The hands of the clock, like the wheels of the world, are ceaseless, and incorrigibly so for a waiting man. –T.S Elliot

I want to be extraordinary together, not ordinary apart. So love me back. Yearn the touch of my hand across your face, miss the smell of my hair that reminds you of rose hips and chamomile, come back and plant a gentle kiss on my ips and tell me you want me…Let me love you. –Aefiel Thea