Unconventionally, at its best.

It's like waiting for the sun to rise
And then watching it all along
Until it leaves.
Leaving the music of oblivion all over.


They're on the same page, for sure.
Thinking on the same lines.
But the words refuse to replicate
What they have in mind.


All they could think of
was nothing.
When they could be this forever.
But it's true, forever never comes.