Last month seems to be decades away and next month only hours from now.

Today, my heart races for tomorrow and bleeds because of yesterday. Today, my senses drown in the now, wildly, blindly hoping to calm a base, passionate thing.

But in the end, yesterday, today and tomorrow will mean nothing without these words to shape them.

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.

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