Something is different.
I feel it in my heart.
Something has changed.
It’s as if someone synced our pulse.
The words I write and think,
Keep being repeated on the net.
So, I search for a meaning.
And I can feel you searching too.
It’s as if I’m with you.
And I feel your shadow peeking over my shoulder.
Wake up crazy one.
Too late, too late we already have.
Writers before the storm.
Just too twist a phrase.