livedlikegiants

 Your face is a distant memory and I want it back. And I want to cradle it in the palm of my hand and feel the sweat stain the hopeless imprint of my dreams past. Endless flow of wasted wishes whirling around my heart like darts find their mark and pierce my palm and my memory. of you.

 J'ai fumé jusqu'à ce que vous ayez souri à moi. Je suis tombé comme la cendre de ma cigarette. 

We were living like giants
We were young.
We didn't know any better then the sky
We lived like giants.
But now that we are older
We keep getting smaller

So small.
I can't see the sky in our eyes anymore.