I’m 12 o’clock at night and you’re 12 o’clock in the afternoon.
I speak in roman numerals. And you speak in binary.
you show me what it’s like to run the marathon so we’re not tired before we cross the line.
I show you how to pull the curtain back and look out the window and love what is there,
even if there is nothing to see.
we couldn’t be any more different.
we’re late mornings and soft touches.
we’re promises and endless support.
and I love it.