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
no symphony just a gentle piano echoing.
it feels like there is one background we live- in front of and within
inter-colliding kaledescooping together.
Something about time’s innate behavior is unmerciful.
A reoccurring cycle in which only my expectations change
Here is to the pianist playing the sound of my life, i hear you loud and clear.