Bright white light, dry and dizzy, piled above our heads, lingering in the center of the classroom; dazzling, boring, condensed with a trance that does not know the time, mixed with the numbness that does not care about the passage of time.
Like the old days are covered with dust.
But as long as you look at me again, I can't help but feel excited.
I want to go through mountains and seas of fire for you, I want to freeze the weather and heat for you, I want to keep time for you - keep you.
Intent: Autobiographical dark history. Keep it and don't want to delete it.