Timing...

Timing. Made possible by phases of life. A smile that triggers interests on the rise. Timing loosens the heart for the possibility of, why shouldn't I?  With a smirk that defines everything that hides in the dark of nights. Timing. It's in the way phases align in an unmentionable moment that makes perfect sense. In an act of craziness to leap without warning of what's only lent. Timing. Believes it's for the keeping fire all time. Moving in motion to believe in a different type of life. Timing. Tells the heart that it's ok to go back under the claim. Meeting the chill of the rain fun again to play on so the inner child escapes. Timing. Isn't everyday that reasons to the joy of opening up. As truth comes of a special kinda luv. Timing. Without watching the clock in an act of ignoring it moves to fuckin fast. When the removal is that of the mask...