I'm the minute man. I'm the one who stays, I'm the one who waits for all the people I know aren't coming. I'm the one who looks at the clouds, waiting for the rain. I'm the one who smiles in the dark, because you're hopping around in my head again.


This feels like the beginning of something great. The start is rocky as always, but we'll get through it. Please be patient, I'm not going anywhere. But I'm terrified of you running away. The journey may just be three seconds long, but I'll enjoy every last one of it, as long as you're there too.