Are we the living dead or the dead living? Either way I can't over the fact that everything around us is on borrowed time Our memories, experiences and emotions each just a grain of sand passing through the choke of a hour glass Keep your heart to yourself, keep your goodbyes locked and loaded.
Breathe.... Silence is on the edge of its seat between breaths, Breathe... Waiting for something to trigger, snap, click, Breathe.. Come on and wake up Breathe. Come on.