im wasting time, a lot of it actually. i havent put much thought into anyting lately, which i should. soon i'll be back to the start. i rather be there than anywhere. towards the end, regret.

'regret for the things we did can be tempered by time ; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsoable'

maybe im totally on the wrong page here, i could be overally wrong here, seeming i usually am. im finding out its been so long , since ive heard a sound that sounded so familiar. would i actually do this again? i mean , you think ive learned. i turned away a few times. i wish i could say its all yours, completely yours, but i cant just yet. its soon going to be too late, and im still here with the same take as before, just a little more forwarded.

stay with me.
its never too late. . .

every morning decides to plan out the same. the kitchen's cold and the coffee's warm, but the thought of you hasnt awakened me just yet. the worse hasnt patted me on the back quite yet. staring at these reflections are never going to get old. you had your time to heal, so have i. lets pretend, that the exact thought isnt in the back of your head either.

ive tried to cover this up as much as possible, but this isnt getting any easier on me, nor you. i can tell time is the total interference. theres really not much we can do. its getting down to its bitter limit, we had enough stares for the both of us. im not gunnin' for anything in particular, im not sending you anything in particular, im not smiling for any reason in particular. so stop thinking its you.
you had your time to shine, believe me you never held up to the deal.

days, are going by so fast. that im not even noticing who and what im spending my time with , or doing. but at least its something.