Time as a subjective experience

Ha. yea. whatever.







I was on a pleasant walk through the flourishing park of thought and I lost track. pause, play, stop, eject, fast-forward, backspace, rewind, replay, what. I want to play with your choo-choo train. I'm running in circles, crawling now.
It's not like that.



The chills you send down my spine, as if you were still here.

I'll see you again. I promise. The lighting will be different and you may not wear a smile, but you'll have that familiar stare and I know who you are. I'll tie my arms around you like I tie my shoelaces; messy, fast, loose, all over the place.