I was overwhelmed by too much reflections and sentiments on the way home just now.
And I wished it was a never-ending route back home.
Why? Because I enjoy that intoxicated yet melancholic feeling and wished it could last just a little longer.
Just a little longer... or perhaps it doesn't work after all.
Because every prolonging of time only proves to be more difficult for the heart to break free.
I no longer comprehend clearly what is it out of time I really want to achieve, or out of you I really want to possess.
Should things remain the way they are?
If not, how much longer? Just how much longer?
