Clocks and its fixation on durability, i tried to search for things that will last forever.
Its not about the money spent, its about the hours spent together.
Wether or not my hands are cold touching it. Wether or not they are sweaty.
Its about wether or not i ever change my way to get close to our perfect loop.
My tools let me be drown by my own withdrawal of you, your scents, your sound, the shape of you inside the shape of my guts.
Not the only guts of mine that like us to be together. The other worship our merge of being. Will do anything for us to be one.
Again.
