Slave to Sensations

"time... its an odd thing isn't it? you can't feel it, you can't touch it, its uh..if you didn't have a watch you wouldn't know it exists.. but it controls us, it makes us do things that we wouldn't usually do. some people, they don't understand the power it has over us..we are time's puppet and it is our puppet too. and no matter who you are, or where you are, time controls you."

I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory, baby And I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips This love so deep inside of me, baby Eu queria sentar aqui e escrever sobre essa história que começou em 2006 e até hoje me assombra. Mas tenho medo de cavar e encontrar mais do que eu posso aguentar. Eu te amei em 2006, te amei em 2007 e descobri que ainda estou te amando em 2017. Dói pensar em tudo isso e só de escrever essas três linhas já sinto vontade de chorar. Vai ficar pra próxima, quem sabe em 2020 ou 2022 eu consigo colocar isso pra fora e deixo de amar você.