The music is piercing through my ears and the swings and sways are making me nauseous .
This is supposed to be a serenade.
Quit poking me and tell me when I’ll finally see you.
It is only when you run out of things to say that things seem to fall into place. It is only when you stop talking that you actually start to make things happen.
“Stop. Think. Observe. Plan”
- Kim, “Hunt to Kill” -