Sometimes I wonder where one person stops and another begins.
There is not enough air left for you.
I can't stop what you started.
When I smile...I see your face in the clouds.
Once when I was young,
I breathed in your scent and forgot the world was an unhappy place.
Randomness is a key factor of all who forget or will forget or have already forgotten.
Speak your words only when you want to be heard.
When you will you not be heard? I can't stop them.
Do you know what this means?
Or why he smiles at her? And watches her so intently?
Why does she not look back at him? Perhaps she is afraid of the truth.