it is
as it
always
was




yes, i've been quiet

but ink and paint and ones and zeros dance along as happily (and unhappily) as ever. you cannot stop the rain. and you cannot frown the sun away.

people are people, and i know, that it isn't just me.


i am land locked for the moment. whatever that means i couldn't tell you.


i think skipping ropes made of glucose make some of the best front covers. and i think memory, maybe, shouldn't be tainted by a hello again.

i am at a loss in the crowds. perhaps i've come full circle - but to what? these are onlywords, and onlywords make the best sort of regret.

i suppose a smile is a smile no matter what. and a dead body, to you, is something that is just a part of oneofthosedays.

i think i'm sorry for letting my memory taint my experience of you. or maybe i'm angry at you for changing the past, with small fingers and a vengeance.


you were.

that is all.