Time Passes.
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. 

Even for me.

New Moon by Stephenie Meyer 

With eyes of a watchman
With ears of a superhero
With nose of a canine dog
With mouth like an armalite
With hair like the weather
With smile like a beautiful morning

With a singing voice like a broken jukebox
With dancing moves like a bunot on a floorwaxed floor

With patience of an elevator operator
With determination of a snail
With courage of a lion and tiger combined

With mind of her own
With heart of her own

February 2008
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.fourth!Romance is the designer.
Inspiration from Exuvalia.