without words coming out my mouth

without sounds for you to hear.

its still beating fast,

slow,

palpitation you call it

it skips a beat,

then back together again.

can we be the ones who’ve fallen for the spaces?



can we really wait? what for?

are we actually waiting for something thats actually there?

it doesnt matter,

“nothing matters” you say

i feel it,

you feel it,

its all that matters.

near or far

real or fake

i feel you


12:55 am friday february 17, 2012