Sunday afternoon.

Louder. More.

You happy? Cause me,more.

Same old songs, vanished under spell.Your spell.

Same old shoes,worn out beneath my feet. Bravely touching the ground.

Same old words, repeating in my lame vocabulary. Patiently waiting to be enriched and replaced.

And same old thoughts,

...because they never stop chasing me until they finally reach me. And good...and bad.

Everything I have.