With every passing day i keep getting use to you, On one, it's quasi-upwardly projected stone, it travels until it gets to a certain altitude then descends on full tilt cause the force that pulls it up expired.. Another quasi-object with a slight weight lifted so high by a whirlwind, floats a while in the air then descends on slow tilt but in all cases what goes up must surely come down..
You caresses my system into a state of ecstasy.. But with all these feelings, there is still a cloud of dark matter in our horizon.. It hurts, cause i don't comprehend the source of this darkness..
I dont want to make promises that i cant keep, forwhy? i care it not just the feelings, it's hurt that is attached to it quasi-towing tug, cause i care.. I've a lot of past promises that i fail to keep, So dont get it twisted, if im not making promises, I dont want to hurt another just like the others.. cause i care, cause i care, coz i care,