My feelings are a thing of the past, so are you. In case you're wondering, I never fixed the clock after the outage. Sitting here staring at the blinking 10:32 at 5:03 AM, I hate you. Something in common we have: we need fixing.
Yet we keep blinking and staring, waiting to stop hating you. Out there, do you think of me as her head lays on your chest? U*nchanging, my mood is as I look at old photos but...