He stood at the foot of the stairs waiting, as she gracefully walked down the stairs, he leaned forward and in one smooth movement, hugged her gently closer before brushing her lips with his.
He lies asleep at night, and noises resound in his head, but not in his heart. He stays in the silhouette, blink and you might miss him. Though he knows she won't.
With her, time flies by fast. Yet, neither of them runs along with the wind; what for waste moments.
Time slows down when the heart beats faster, and it speeds up when the heart is warmed.
We all race against time to grasp and cherish what is close to us. Race for another heart. Race for position or power. Or to strengthen another.
To make the full use of each second. Keeping our soul, mind, heart and body alive.
To experience all five senses. And make use of them.
And to make the best of the future.
