that fucking look on your face !

"i only got this one moment so i'm going to make it count."

the clock. where does it stand? he just stared at the piano as if it was going to stand. they say time can't keep two together. he had this doubt; as the memories arose he continued to gaze aloud. the piano stood. they wouldn't know. they don't understand that you will be loving you with or without the doubt. with or with out you. he wants ta just live ta say...

she composed a poem:

"it’s not like I care what you do,

it is just like ..

you just don’t have any urgency set in motion …

there are these two routes; shady and sandy ..

as I roll with my head down.

I can’t see which sign points to you.

and as I try to depict which feeling fits best with you;

I turn around and timid through the field of roses.

pedaled to the floor; I’m out of honesty;

I’m cold."

see, that piano stood for something.

as she squirmmed in ha sleep she took a look at the creases in his cheeks. you wouldn't know, but she could tell he had a warm smile hidden in his eyes not to long ago;

probably just a moment ago. she realized that this time .. this time they spent so much time on trying ta figure it all out ... on

was just it.

time is just something to float on.

she floated as she shyed ta the right. he slowly, unintentionally moved toward.

Good Night.