she said, she said

and so he want.

i don't want to remember you.

that was the fluttering floating thought that arouse nine second into the song. its the feeling that lingers in the early morning when one wagers weather the dreams will return if you were to stay in bed. there is an ever so constant reminder of sleeplessness that comes with the warming weather.

the time shift is eminent and always uninvited. losing the ability to remember what fast and slow feel like. the speeding car. the tops of trees tease and yet just the other day i watch them fall from the sky. the heart breaking sound of a hundred limbs snapping in a split second.

even i start to forget the numbers now.