no sense but the essence of being far and close to the moment when the moon starts going out from the seconds beneath understatements are all i have in my head tingling continuously alike whole my chest when i'm seeing you.
whatever comes to mind is to lose what i am blind for this time still in changing oppositely to my feelings getting sick every time they notice facts now predict.
dreams all without a stable groundwork constantly in dissolution the insane piece underlies my matter no longer gathered but tends to recalling even in the mornings.