The inspiring notes that fly

Some where in there, as you cuddle up in the softer blanket, than mine. 
I just wish to be there at mine too, a few days later. There always exists a parallel universe.
I wont get back to cut a cake. But of course, there'll be uprisings.
I'll drink all the more coffee. And wear more glasses. 
I hate those posers. They speak of nativity, and demonstrate solidarity to the far.
And we are alike in this point of view.
Lets show what we belong to. What we adapt, and what far has to give to us.

I know I have to get to the far. Anyhow. 
You were the fuel.