you wandered in. to the forest. followin. that shiny red ball. and by the time. you looked up. you were lost. but that's not all. you confused your journey.
in order to say thank you to you. i must do it intentionally. but tonight with every breath. i can feel my death. as sure as i can feel my knees. . you are my modulation.
I'm holding here a book. Notable, but not the greatest. Stolen for me by the latest in a long line of thieves. And I'm just about to drop it down that man hole of memories.