First impressions, are a registered memory
A memory that quickly fades once the personality begins to overlapse the physical materiality
When I see you now, I see what you portray, the way you feel and what makes you 'sane'
The things that most stand out, perhaps a beautiful trait, or an overwhelming flaw
I know, like all know, we all have days
Yet the more I see you, the less I say
Because those words become unnecessary
and the timing becomes more powerful
The times I want to be, and those where I don't mind sitting at the shore
You don't need to accompany me to the sea, to see what I talk about
Just look inside your heart someday, you'll hear your personal words fly out
And then you can come sit by me, so we can have a conversation about Life and its whereabouts.
