Every Breath You Take
The title has got nothing to do with your respiratory rate nor does it imply that I have the power to count every puff of air that you give out (not that I would mind having said power). It could more or less imply that I’ve stalker tendencies.
The keyword being imply so do not freak out. I’m not hiding in the tree facing the window of your room with binoculars or in the backyard with a cleaver. Trust me, I am more subtle than that but, it does not hurt to double check. Tell me,you looked out the window, rearranged the curtains or thought about doing one of the above or did the both or none at all. Not ‘cause you know I’m messing with you but, 'cause you are a sloth. It’s okay, besides I would not have even bothered to read all this crap if I were you, 'cause I’m smart and maybe you are not or maybe you are. God knows.













