A gush of fresh air can be perceived as a slap in the face when you don’t want a good thing, when you can’t breathe the good air.
Let me go, let me sink, raise me up like you did, regardless of the space between the two of us, in spite of the hell.
Moonlight and fog, sunshine and light. Bring me some peace, as I lay on this ground.
You hold the key, I gave it to you. I want it that way. It keeps me awake.
So keep that key safe. Tuck it away. Don’t give it to me, lest you want me to stray.