Where are you every time I cry and laugh and joke as time goes by. I know you wouldn’t leave like this, so choice is all but meaningless. And all the choices now I make, are made without you, right or wrong, I ride this storm.
Death seems closer than ever before, fingers reaching for my hair and telling me I’ll find you there, in the Universe so loud and resolute the soil is licking at my boot.
It feels just like it ought to feel I guess, when distress circles in distress and the world seems small and limited. I guess it shows how quick this goes and keeps on licking at your toes when the wind is pulling at your hair to rustle life and bounce and shock, to try and forget the tic tic toc.