Would you stand here by the window with me, just to be here, to see what we can see?

Time will be such a lonely place, when it runs out of people like you and me. Will it exist at all, when nothing can see the leaves fall from the trees?

Let me embrace you with the time we’ve been given, until I can no longer feel your skin touch mine. It’s insane how deep everything can be, yet how fragile. We can leave this World like we’ve never turned, or even touched a stone. A lethal cycle defines what the word ‘precious’ means.

One moment with insight, we realise something, until another day passes and we forget. How can we reach out, when our brains keeps falling asleep? We constantly lose touch, as if life is a dream in the middle of the night that we can’t wake up from. We daydream our lives away, for things we can never touch.