Who Has Never Killed An Hour?

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.