me

is just a speck to your universe.

time runs fast

so good luck.

Maybe tis

I’ve had this conversation with a friend about maturity and life in general.  And I’ve come to a point thinking about growing old.

Bigat.

Ano na?

oh simple thing where have you gone? :’(

I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

can’t wait to meet you…

somebody…

someday.