somedays it all makes sense oh, the lies we believe like the air that we breathe in and out inspire, expire until our genes let loose this terminal code its already been happening even as you read these words so good morning and good night
and what i hate most about today or this awkward transition (yes, more life cliches) is that i am going to lose an hour yes an hour that never existed and hour that i already gave and what were we thinking? giving that hour away? because now i realise what i have done and its only one freaking hour but that was my hour and I could have lived I could have done something beautiful I could have been something