These days, we are both filled with half truths and half lies, the way you tell me I am beautiful as the sky turns this soft pink at dusk, the way you whisper you love me just before you fall asleep, the way that it sounds more like a habit than a sincerity, the way I convince myself that it is. And I wonder how we could have reached this point. I mean, didn’t we used to be full and whole? I mean, do you remember the way we brushed past each other’s shoulders - two strangers with giddy smiles filled with the possibility of one another? I mean, didn’t we have that one night with the universe and its stars and all that empty space in between, weren’t we there? Now you hold my hand and the grip is looser, and the place where I lay my worries and embrace yours - seems emptier somehow. And maybe I just miss you. Maybe you should tell me you love me more when you’re awake. Maybe I should start believing it more when you’re asleep. Perhaps hold me tighter when you’re sober, and I should kiss you more steadily when I am drunk. More truths, less lies. I don’t know… do something, anything really. We need saving but I do love you. Half truth or half lie. There’s no denying that.
— let’s cross this road and stay alive, please // Genefe Navilon