Stirn an Stirn, resting our third eyes,
Tired from
our passion, tired from trying.
Failing every time.
Nothing ever happened,
Nothing really mattered,
But the touch of our foreheads,
Resting on each other,
Giving us Halt for seconds -
A moment outside of time,
Spiraling through
infinity.
Us, standing face to face,
Wearing black and white,
Resting our
foreheads,
Then disappearing into the night.
