The connection that I have been craving with you takes time.
I never liked the concept of time.
Time doesn’t exist in flesh.
There’s a process that we apparently all must go through before we can confirm what we already knew.
Hiding in fogged forests pretending the wolves we see coming are only cute little puppies.
Claim it when you can and not on time.
Time runs out and time is more than a clock.
The time spent in all the wrong places with the wrong people becomes a circus of freaks.
I want to connect our flesh and spirits, because it’s something I need.
Time hasn’t healed all wounds so I don’t accept that I need time to love every part of you.