Who put you up to this?

I couldn't understand what you were saying over the sound of the years gone past listening to your fibs and especially when you told me you loved me. Maybe you knew that infinity sounded like a terrible possible and impossible oxymoron and you decided to give up on me earlier on.
Sometimes I still think of you when I look up to the sky or the moon and I always wish and mean you well and maybe you will see me one day with a cap on, selling drinks at a Charity Run and maybe then it'll start saying something to you when the realization of how human you are shows on my face.

Maybe there will be a string to tie my thoughts together one day but more than that, I feel a lot better having it slip away.

Couldn't you just answer the fucking question?