Falling back into uncertainty
I don't take my time
I don't waste it, but from time 2 time it still seems wasted

Further from the beauty as an image. It sinks in and floats to the surface from time 2 time. Distant Distance. I walk out my room, walk across the hallway, walk the eighty miles in five steps. The five steps to her door. It happens there and here as well and we shrink the in between, falling closer to the door, I will forget whats seen. The future now in conversing circumstance. The forgotens among the world unknown. The known to close for comfort. The comfort found between my sheets, the sun pouring through my window. In this beauty I could waste the day, with another beauty next to me.

She dwindles into a soon forgotten dream, with whispers she only catches the important thoughts. They will last, interweave within the meaning...