Bill :'(

And how to support him, to be standing above a thread to give him the eyes not to look down at a hundred thousand meters on the every sea level between the wish and the fear to love you or not love you. and when you are not there I am afraid to fall and now that you are there am scared to hear. many the emotions, what have want to rush away. what is not soon, and not will both never, I will find mine placed if you will wait for me and if I will have my time I will catch you and will be able to rise without hurting me. I walk above to a thread, you do not take me. and yet you there are. equilibrist is the love on a cord tense to the sun as cloths to dry between two half truths love with the wings, tell me what I must do not to run away in the moment to fly. when I will try to answer you indeed then I will find out the fear that it is true. if fire and emotion grip the throat, what is not soon, fà and I am not late. I will find mine placed if you will wait for me. along the distances I will take without owning you want to love you. and at a hundred thousand meters I will follow you as a blind one in good hands. and with the tears of a child I will find my future.