Even feelings have a schedule

What do you do when there is no time?

What do you do with yourself when there is no time? When there are no seconds available? When your days are planned by you but you realize they are not yours? 

When you wake up, do you wake up for yourself? 

Blue sheets, white room, two souls , pure warm light from outside and a place called for a night : home.

Two strangers who were wandering for all their life having no home but walls. 

She rested her head on his chest and staring at her grey watch while counting. After one minute she stand up and said with coldness : 70 beats per minute. that's how long we use feelings. That's how long we feel, that's how we live.

She looked at his smile and added : I want 70 beats per minute of your life. I want to take each of them and put them in this piano and with your hand along with mine, to create a song that lasts for ever.

Even feeling have a schedule. 

These four walls are not home but are the seed of desire, desire of having a place called home.

  That night, the rain came to wash their path, clear their mind and soul.