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

our 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.



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