Aurora Borealis. The Only Space Race That Matters

(and as the sun goes down I cry myself to sleep)I watch the bugs crawling across my skinNow that you are gone, I can let things crumbleAnd though it seems that this was meant to beIt's so hard to see and all I do is stumbleThe candles burn but it's still too darkI have given up so it's not worth tryingI'll face the truth when I think I canTry to understand what I love denyingCourtesy of