Time to post. In a freakingly long time.
I've got no time. or rather no access to computers. *.*

That part of me has been locked up in a room.

Away in my heart. And the key thrown out.

He'll stay forever there, till you're ready. and the time's right.

I'll wait, I'll wait, and I'll wait.

For you, for myself, till the end of time.

A few things:
1) The 'project' group is formed... and finalised. 3members. named 'LeTrio'.
2) ARGGH my finger not healed yet. and it looks weird with the scab growing on the nail. and detached from the skin.

The clock ticks - time crawls.
Back in those time, it used to fly.
Whatever happened to its wings?
And its feet? Now it has to crawl.
I'm not saying it's your fault,
I just have no one else to blame.

I'll be charging forward with the project - there's really no more time to waste.
It cannot afford to be slowed down by others.
Oh but, those who can help, do help.

Maybe I'm splitting up.
Maybe it's shattering. Or dissolving.
I don't know. I really don't know.
I'm getting number and number.
There's nothing I can feel.
All I know for sure is,
I'll still be here, right here,
waiting for you...

~Sign Off~
It's not how good you are, but how good you want to be.