When I turn off the lamp and close my eyes, all I can spend my time with for the rest of the long night is my clock that hangs up on the wall and the only thing she can say is "tick-tock".
Then it's like we talk to each other, for every "tick" she says, my heart makes a beat... we keep talking like that, for every four or five "ticks" she says, my heart answers only once... this is how our conversation finishes.
This is how our hearts share with each other everything we've got...
At some nights I get mad. "Why? Why do you keep doing that? Why don't you share more with me? My whole heart is yours now tell him all you want..."
Sometimes I find the best way to keep going is not to care. Don't care what she's saying, don't care what she's shearing. She's "tick-tocking" but you're "beating", it's not even the same. It's not even what you wanna hear!
I can't tell her more of my heart, she can't tell me more of hers, because this is all we are supposed to know about each other, this is all we are supposed to say...
But after a while I end up knowing that she is there "thick-thocking" for me, and she also knows my heartbeats are for her... But I can never touch her heart and she can never touch mine. All we can do is keep "tick-tocking" and "beating" for each other every night, again and again.
Written by my friend Pęymàn Póurnazari :)
