Live with each spark we make.
Second by second.
Live with each spark we make.
There’s no need to rush.
There’s no absence between seconds, only between embraces made minutes apart.
We let ourselves get wrapped up in the throes of separation.
I miss you & all the little things.
From day to night our senses take flight until we meet again.
Sometimes I just need you to slow it down.
Second by second.
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The Wandering Mind 