And therefore I say nothing but see everything.
I drop myself off before I go to sleep hoping you will drive back to bring me home.
"A forrest, a tree, it is basically the same to me."
I listened to Symphony No. 7 and I watched you running from the hills, through the fields.
You stopped in front of me. Looked up.
And ran back.
She blows me left and right.
I walk out the door of one building and wake up on the rooftop of another.