I guess I'm late.. I'm walking rushly to the door that I should be behind thirteen minutes earlier. That white door next to gold fence. Well, the fence's always beautiful. Then I got to meet you, in your blue sweater with the maroon tribal pattern that always seems nice and perfectly fit your body. I guess I'm freeze.. I'm continuing opening the door that I should be behind fourteen minutes earlier. That white girl next to you. Well, the girl's always beautiful. Then I got to realize that she's all you got. And I'm late. Leaving with nothingness and a cloudy feeling that perfectly fit my emotion.
Still trying to recognize everything in life.