Loneliness is a humble best friend. The one who wont mind standing by while others catch wind. They love soft melodies especially when they’re lost in tossed up memories. Their dark young heart awaits the assembly so they construct a mezzanine above the cost. The farther the miss the larger the cross. So whats time to a watchmaker? If there is no clock are they still the caretaker. This is a method of pure intent with no thoughts involved so prepare to repent when life is not resolved.