Don't you float away...

I move, cutting through the breeze,
My mind is racing but having a hard time keeping up.
My feet pound the ground hard,
Like the powerful heartbeat of the ghost next to me.
The ghost of a girl who once took each step with mine,
Keeping pace and saving me with every smile.
Seven miles and I still haven't gotten anywhere,
It sounds a little too familiar to think about.
Relentlessly running, the clear night sky opened up,
And rained down reason on me.
Stretching my arms to catch a falling moon,
To keep the night around for just a while longer.
I stand beside the morning,
Making wishes that you could stand alongside me.
As the sky goes black,
My legs stop pushing forward and lead me back.
I know where I'm going now,
I just don't know how to get there.

---<~.oOo.~>---

Keep breathing.
Sorrow is a funny thing.
Especially to someone that can't show it well.
Regret is a word used too often.
I was running to (from) your words.
My own found me again.
While I was out your name fell from the list.
I should have said it earlier.
My mistake.
Like all of them.
Do things still haunt you?
Does the slightest thing remind you?
It does me.
In a good way every time.
Not just sometimes.
This is me out there.
As far as I usually get before I fall.
Formality is overrated.
Let's have a summer.
Water slides and midnight drives.
Upside down hearts can't trust right anyway.
Come see the world through my lens.
We'll take over the town.
Making headlines like celebrities.
Can we be the (re)cover story?
Tune in next week.
My eyes are wide and not closing.
"She was a wreck but he loved her."
The words are flashing.
I'll be here.
Waiting to see if you get this message in a bottle.
"She was wreck but so was he."
Consider this my throw into the ocean.
Splash.

Oo.dm.oO