Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Hands were made to hold.
Even though I am only seeing, watching them now.
Guess it's true, things that you can 't loose are the things that you don't have.
Just like how reality last longer without it's actual existence.

The only place we pass each other in haste; never colliding.
And every time I hear the noise overhead, I wish I could capture you here.
At the in between.

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