When the sea has no texture and the tear has no regret, and the sky has no power it won’t be long till you’re found out broken. And while everything has moved forward you’re stuck and all messed up. Songs are nothing but lies to you. And you keep your hand to the edge. And you’re run out of things to say. And no one yells your name. Time is not enough for you and you can’t think of something else to say, something that will make him smile. You can’t stand up straight or move faster, you’re exposed naked. You bring down memories that promised to save you. The thing you choose will turn you back and within a moment everything will change. What you wish is what you’re afraid.
and that' s your thoughs..now and then..