Tuesday, October 25, 2011

It's not a matter of if or how,
Not so much when either,
Because time is only measured in the (amount of) lifetimes already lived,
And our collision course is imminent,
So cry the tears, and drive the deserted roads late at night
And meet me in that (one) place,
The moment you find the answer is my name whispered back at you

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