WyrdRose

They say you've watched the universe grow old, and that there's one left like you- a wanderer, someone apart, someone amazing, whom you loved. Sometimes, in your mind, you sing, like you did when the world danced around you before time finally learned how to touch your beautiful face. Now, are you lonely? You are waiting. You knew more than you would say. Waiting for the final moment, to tell him that he is not alone. I think about you, in that tank, and I wonder whether you still remember all those who have loved you, both who have died, and those who are here now. I wish I could say just how I feel without sounding strange