My god

I see the thunder… I hear you, lightning. Wrong? Let’s not get divorced before we get married, although you are already farthest from yourself when farthest from me, that when I hear your cries and see you’re torn I know the difference between what you say and what you do.

Communication is impossible.

We’re out of sync so so are you, but if we met, chaotic things would happen like your leg giving birth to wine-drinking babies.

I hope you never find yourself and always send sparks to the sky for your beautiful echo!