small lungs with what destination

shedding more than just hair  
leaving a mark each time my clothes hit the floor  
too comfortable too soon; becoming distant  
 
so speechless within the empty insanity  
that's being held inside a barn  
effecting more than just you and i  
words can fall and fall but never ever so intimate  
careless laughs just for a reason to smile;  
 
even pain strikes then, what do we even miss?  
not a face, touch nor breath of wind  
only which has brought us here  
too far out into this ocean, but i'm swimming  
sometimes sinking just to discover safety  
the clock orbited too often and we're lost at sea  
 
open your eyes before the light dims,  
baby you'll be missing again, even holding hands  
trying to catch the tidal waves that'll take us home  
international waters for two months,  
just to touch the depths after 21 days of diving  
don't die now, we found the end,  
but we've only just arrived to paradise