The heart races; the wind caresses your face.

A world of longing, the sweetest of smiles, taken away by black steel.

Fade into the gravel.

And it was as if it all never happened.

What is time? Waste not a second, but decades pass in the blink of an eye. Phantom pains of childhood linger; in the end we are but children.

What could you accomplish in months? Weeks? Days? Too much to give, how little do I know? Days and weeks, months and years, and it doesn’t feel nearly enough.

For the smile through the window, as an angel would.

The knife in my heart, as it always should.