...of broken shells and decembers of pain.

Let us walk down lanes with memories displayed in stores. Mannequins dressed in lightbulbs and shiny white clothes. Walk back to a time when sunsets were never perfect. Let us throw misguided birds unceremoniously into the sky. And when they collide, rainbows will form. Fuck the merrier half, and smoke half a pack. There will never be a you and I. Never.

Remember rusty morns when we burnt chocolate cakes. And tins of mushrooms we ate with our fingers. Go open your diary and read me a line, from a life we built together.

Tomorrow is a bitch and there will never be a you and I. Never.