every breath i take, i feel as though i should hold it in, keep it in me forever, a breath of young air. every step i take forward, i feel as though i should take one back, stay in one spot forever, a stance of young posture. but these things, they fall into the catagory of impossible. they rock back and forth in my mind as if to keep me off balance because i like to be that way. every kiss i give away leaves me empty and unfufilled, longing and dreading the moment it is all lost. and it is always lost. no matter when or why, sooner or later, how or who, it is always lost. so why do i hold on so tightly? i bask in these strangers psuedo-love like a preyed upon lizard in the sun soaking up the warmth as much as possible before being devoured.