do you know how long it’s been since i saw someones face and felt this world spin
listen it’s like
a concerto piano being played in the background
it feels like there is one background we both live in front within of
inter-colliding kaledescooping together inside our own dimension.
what if time is not actually linear and we cant redo things we’ve once did in the past, in the future.
a reoccuring cycle in which only my expectations change
one last thing…
Here is to the pianist playing the sound of my life.