The taste of tomorrow was a promise.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It's the noise that's always there, but you rarely ever hear. It just exists in the background, slipping by.
maybe i should learn from the ticking of the clock. my heart knows, after all. why can't my mind learn?
Thinking about procrastination. This was originally going to be about love and wanting as much time as possible with your partner, but it turned into something a bit darker.