those Sonic visits pure in pace, perfect tempo. vital.
i'll fade away as fast and deep in the abyss as the booming love conceived. he won't fade so hastily. my time is secure. indelible pieces of him stick to the walls of my heart. weight bearing walls.
what doesn't stick; things done wrong. things never done. the future does not allow. the past is relentlessly unforgiving.
the future holds...
books. chapters. pages. words.
thoughts of; empty pages. words never written, never spoken. letters not played. stories not told.
the future holds...
another day, that drags just as slow. deceleration.
but alas, tomorrow, perhaps opportunities abound.
