never will come.

so one comes and one says i'm about to see changes. one comes and goes and stares at my boobs as if one was staring his own desire, standing in this imaginary line, as one would say, i'm about to see changes. the weather screams. one stares at my boobs as if the stakes were too high for one to jump, and they are. one stands and speaks and shines a dirty light, almost a sinful light that doesn't speak to the hole in my ear.

so one comes and waits.

one will wait cause one can't see the difference.