Silence was always here, and here. The past tense is so deceiving. The present – a calculus of moments. The future – nothing but noise. I can’t wave my hand in his direction without crying. I can’t do anything but die for you, and you for me.
Silence was always here, and here. The past tense is so deceiving. The present – a calculus of moments. The future – nothing but noise. I can’t wave my hand in his direction without crying. I can’t do anything but die for you, and you for me.