° ° . An Alluviation of words ° unspoken ° ° I rive you . . if you let me ° ° and compose the sound of decay ° ° ° so you ° can spring . . . . . . TIMER

I was there trying to reach you, I will be there trying to reach you, I might try some words, but also some silence, I might try looking at you, I might try closing my eyes when you pass by, But you know I will be trying to reach you,…