A Breather

The requiem of time sung by the ticks and tocks. Am I closer to who I am to become, or further from who I want to be? Will fate close the gaps of uncertainty or bring me to another state of fluency? I ponder...

I came back in search of answers, but only to find more questions... Irrelevancy struck in accord with the spurious mind. Eventuality is never what one imagined, but one precedes. In this temporal reunion, I’ve only wanted one thing and nothing more... I just wanted your time, but that seems to be the hardest thing to ask for...

Time makes the heart grow fonder... It happened to me... But did it happened to you? I wonder...

I need a breather... I need to escape from here and there... To escape to a place where nothing ever matters.

And that place, is when I stare right into your eyes...