I was sitting at the starbucks drinking a freeze tea, when the wind bringsme a little memorie. Yeah I know you are so fucking miles ago in my memory, I know right now I can’t escape of the mind tricks, all this monkey business, my bizarre reality some times makes me want to run away to that little moment when you were whit out were.
I was sited in the tea party, talking like a parrot about that clock stopped in Tuesday, wishing and hopping so much, but when it happen I wasn’t ready, maybe I will never be ready and I’m colorblind and cannot see the light when it turns green in your eyes.
Maybe was the butter in the clock, maybe just the time goes by different here and it does my heart.
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