only your outer line
shape of my indecision
as of yet
details are undefined
true to your definition
i doubted
separated by some eclipse
found the right words
but they only died on my lips
they always die on my lips
silhouette
you must be something real
remember the time itās taken thought iād forget
come on now, itās no big deal
youād think so, but youāre mistaken
iām tired
and everything disconnects
but i canāt wait
to find out what will happen next
tell me what happens next i always miss, inanely
what others see so plainly
it takes a time or two for me
with every color graying and every word youāre saying
losing all trace of clarity