be humble and show gratitude in your pursuits, time; a fleeting escape through the slip of an hourglass, how much we have; how little we use. always forward, forever onward into the breach, who are we lest we choose to be; so little left, time. the true and fleeting escape, mastered by none yet followed by all. who will truly grasp the depths of it’s winters, the heat it’s summers bring, unjudging, gripping us, pulling us forever into what becomes more clear, the truly untamed. sealer of fates, witness of all things. how we spend you, how we save you, how we watch you go. my beloved escape, memento mori.