Sharper the tool the duller the time, I’m at the point where god gives me the nod. For the fifth night now I’ve heard your voice. I’ve felt your heart through ur chest, and tip toed sweet to spare your rest.
No picture could paint these words so I load the film. It’s a rerun but my time is spent better in cotton candy hues.
I dailed the line, phoning tomorrow. the first ring left me numb.










