it never ends;

but the ride is still worthwhile :D

i have manymanymany things to do.

you're the echoes of my everything,
you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
you're the laziness of the afternoon,
you're the reason why i burst and why i bloom.
you're the leaky sink of sentiment,
you're the failed attempts i could never forget.
you're the metaphors i can't create to comprehend this curse i call love.

you're the IB.