this was last week
and it was good
and this week
is about to
begin and
i already
wish it
finished.
thinking about the everything starting from a single nothing. arrow of time. what makes sense and what we will never be able to wrap our puny evolving craniums around. wishing for time to
feel young as i am. today started good but grew to a dread. tell me a story about all our days &
i
will
rest
so
well.
