I can see it all tonight
Underneath a perfect sky

Where the universe revolves around the pupil of an eye.

Im a part of everything
Im a part of everything

Papers rustle, I reach out for my mug and sip on my deadly red bull coffee combination. Im wearing miss matched socks, glasses, a huge grey t-shirt and jeans that are torn from the bottom. Im immersed in my laptop, reading up on ancient Japanese history, writing papers based on Wikipedia, downloading pictures for presentations. Sheets of loose paper lie on a bleach wooden desk. Bags, pencils, highlighters. Im stressed, its obvious, ive slept for about six hours in three days and it shows. Im counting down the hours, the days, the moments and the pauses.

And you know.

Pause, you make a weird sound, something that cant be duplicated in words. I look up to see, obviously irritated to be disturbed.

I nod, to allow you to speak.

'Hey you,'

'Hmm?' Impatient and overworked dont make me very social.



'Want to take over the world togethe?'



Ill always pause for you.