Text: Belson. Other. Science Is Fiction.

Do we walk on sand or streets?
Its your call.
We wont walk much anyway.

A storys untold of hands
That hold the key to all
Thats locked up in you.

Lets take second chances at first impressions.

One moments time caught in suspension.
Ill take back the thoughts I thought
And replace them with your attention.
If this isnt how things in life will play out,
Then at least know that I will always wish they had,
And ill be here for now.

We wont go far if you wont ask.
There are secrets in imagination.
This everything but coming clean,
And all alone is just in your head.

We could start again