Writing clocks
we don’t have to look back but if looking back is all I have to do I resume life in a simple fact I only live to move through
I've been watching her write songs about nothing for five straight days But when I put a lent on them I saw that all she does is write about love and hate it doesn’t make sense to a human like me that such a perfectly bright soul would be able to feel such mistakes like this
she stopped writing for a moment and chose to look into my true face she said you don't even care to comment and I can't even comment about your pace you've been using the hours for nothing I've been waiting to see you write for five straight days











