Late

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.