feels like i'm holding on to something i can barely sense anymore. they ask me about it they ask me where, when. i cannot cover up anymore, i say oh somewheres. what could possibly go wrong says it, i say, how about everything else that is not present today? how about that which cannot constitute the roll of film we are using now? and it says, says it, why not jump into the now, stop playing that song in the jukebox in your head. and i say, but, it seems like you forget the foundation i set myself in. i was blowing bubbles with flowers on my hair way, way before that.

and it goes, and it goes. we wished that it would not have to come to this point. where the dearest are to be left. where nothing is left unrealized, nothing left to regret, but everything is left to succumb to the motions of the world.

if i close the gate in my head and swallow the key, maybe i will find new fields of gold. time is of the essence says it, and for the first time, i agree.