You don't seem to be in this world.
I don't think I should persist. I doubt that I will see you pretty soon because my time goes fast and yours seems relatively slow! I might not see you again, I might not see you again, but I feel alright Because I don't care if there is a storm tonight or what exists outside my window. I will light a candle and play with my shadow. And as the world carries on existing in the smoke appears a dream I know I will follow. You drift in and out of my life. But there is one question that remains. Why do we remember those who forget? My time goes fast and yours seems relatively slow. (written 2006)
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