Holocene

I was lying underneath the skies, it was dark, I could barely see the lights surrounding me. I found myself chilling, broken by the thoughts I've never collected. It was cold, yet I could feel the warmth of the stars above, caressing every inch of my body; an euphoria of losing your own memories.

Drunk? I wasn't drunk. Not at all. I was wide awake, walking along the shore of nothing, searching for someone to hold, talking about the loss of being another human being. I was broken, a total morron.

I wasn't magnificent.

Lying broken underneath the skies, seeing myself slowly decayed. Beyond everything I've been looking for, I found you, and yet I felt like I was nothing. I was a holocene; I was your over-century.