I can’t help but wonder why I do this. The miles stay the same, but my emotions rev like an engine with each goodbye kiss; my heart’s a slave to my devotion.
The hardest part of waiting it watching the clock —tick, tick. Strapped around my wrist, in a world that’s rushing by, I’m watching the sliver of gold slide —tick, tick. The time is merely, relative to my existence, without this piece of metal I’d have no regard nor care even, for how many times the […]