That contradictory statement is the fine line that separates us.
Dusk and Dawn are the same shades but at different times.
Black and White are nor colours but are still nothing the same.
Tomorrow is my beginning and tonight is your end.
Close my eyes for the last sand grain is gone from the hour glass.
Just for now, Just For Now…you are just that figment of words.
Exit escape routes in the building won’t save us.
Its Sunday afternoon and all we have left until Monday is occasion.
2 seconds until you will hit the ground running.
You are like that of a drama ...