Looking at him, his intensed eyes on his computer typing away.
Breathe, stop half a milisecond, took a pen and started doodling away on a piece of paper.
Looked back at his computer and typed away... repetative movements. I was bored by the third time he took up the pen to start his doodling shit again..
The inspirations? i wonder...

Time was minimal, lesser and lesser time spent together.
However, it made each time precious. At least for me anyway.

If time are there to spent, be it selfish or not, keep it to yourself. It doesn't really matter.
Use it, embrance it, whack it upside down. Everyone need somebody to lean on.
My mind, at least he is there. Be it just physical... deep down, i know it wont be long till something happens.

Hold them, hold them tight... while its still hot!