The sun still shines. But not as much. My memories have slowly turned to ash. These photographs i had of you. Are nothing more than frames. I still don't know. At what point did you descend. Erased from my perspective. Entrapped beyond the lines. As fast as paperplanes can crash. And rocketships can burn. You quickly became a blur. Always impossible to grasp. These eyes can only crave a glance. At the furthest star in my darkest sky. Light years away from recollection. I hope these words can reach you. Cause my wings keep failing.