It's all holes from here
It's all the thought without the thinking. There is a depth someplace that mixes uncertainty with the past. And possibilities are just that. And then some.
Slipping a bit perhaps. Reminiscing some too. Or is that imagination at its height as everything looks better when gazed upon and not touched or used or felt or carried. Inevitably we carry things with us. And inevitably we change the way those things appear by putting a shine on the dull chrome, or wiping off the dust and hiding the rust.
Slipping a bit perhaps. Reminiscing some too. Or is that imagination at its height as everything looks better when gazed upon and not touched or used or felt or carried. Inevitably we carry things with us. And inevitably we change the way those things appear by putting a shine on the dull chrome, or wiping off the dust and hiding the rust.