I could find the twinkle in your eye. And watch you die, come watch us die. Feel our spirit in the sky. As we watch our lives played in rewind. It was our time, our time at last. As we find our everlast. Forming a moment so the moment is done. We disappear before the sun.
I find the finding of a word so hard lately. They tickle my memory, they tickle my mind. I push the keys like the pen of that mind. Pushing letters to form a thought. Forcing thoughts to complete a sentence. I am avoiding writing something and my hand feels forced because of it. Because I should be writing something else.