Oh this fucking keyboard, and all it's miserable memories.
It's been 2 months since I've seen your face, and even longer since I've kissed you. The days get slower as my mind runs quicker; such a pleasurable trade. Every night I find my self at your old doorstep staring at that wooden door that creaked especially loud when you were trying to sneak out of it, and counting. The days , the hours, the minutes, the seconds, and every thought of you that comes to mind. Such untangible passtimes.
It's been 2 months since I've seen your face, and even longer since I've kissed you. The days get slower as my mind runs quicker; such a pleasurable trade. Every night I find my self at your old doorstep staring at that wooden door that creaked especially loud when you were trying to sneak out of it, and counting. The days , the hours, the minutes, the seconds, and every thought of you that comes to mind. Such untangible passtimes.
