the past and the present are intertwining.

and whether it's this way or that doesn't

envolve the input of someone, especially

at this tiring hour, losing thier

view on this moment. your eyes follow

his footsteps and unfolding are the

ruffles on your skirt. sweaty

palms are a sign of frustration but in

this situation, take the lead. just hold on.

perscribe yourself laughter throughout

the days and temptations arise

in the night. just hold on. just. hold. on.

the seas, she dreams are in walking distance.
now, as well, but in a different way.
and their faces, I'm sure, are distorting my
own...you're an exception to the rule.
my bright lights, enjoyable but not yet
pleasurable reminds me of a future.
for you and me, maybe?