Every second is stretched like country roads - empty and silent, long and endless. Every heartbeat is strong enough to destroy walls, loud enough to drown thunderstorms. Every question is written in indecipherable codes like long forgottenΒ ancient languages. Every answer is buried in a world more complex and fearsome than Homer's imagination.
Every spoken word is an arrow shot in the darkness that I often want to take back. Every waking moment is spent dreaming about the sound of your laughter and theΒ sparkle of your eyes.