buenos aires sounds just fine.

heart racing.

just like my hand.

scribble, scribble.

passionate vocal.

i believed it.

mend the tear.

little did you know.

it would tear again later.

rip the book.

and cut the flowers.

stacking and stacking.

yes come on in.

ive not got much to do.

but you seem to be making yourself comfortable.

girl looking for paper.

who are you?

and why do you have such forcefulness?

you can do this.

for us.

and we will not return the favor.

elegant taste.

its all very well and good.

now seems to be better than never.

but you still haunt my mind.

over and over.

the thoughts of everything.

angered call.

im kidding myself.

verbal frenzy.

and a sweat of sorts.

its quite fluent.

plans for the future.

and a countdown to a week of greatness.

and the ordinary.

maybe i shouldn't be here...

for myself anyway.

lit play.

in darkness.

history channel docs.

its a repetition.

hours and hours of nothing.

and everything.

i can hear you through the walls.

i really wish i couldn't.