"I see no ache over this."

The
value
of years
reduced to nothing
more than flattery.

The pulse I know is not the same
The pulse
I know is not the same
The pulse I know
is not the same
The pulse I know is not the same
as the west!

And from here
I could
care
less
where
the sun sets.

Spare the tongue
and spoil ears with silence,

they will grow to focus more [on you]

Oh my god! [it hurts]
Screamed but there is no echo.
So no proof I speak worth the understanding.
And deeper yet. No proof I exist.

I can't do this alone
I want to know what you know

Just look at how unconfident i am.



Staring at the ground
wondering
who will be the first to blink.

This time I'm not so fond of victory.
A first for everything.