Rusted teeth
Several years go by and I can look back on the changes. I feel as if I come up for air occaisionally and I'm reminded of the flash of memories that I'm making and will forget one day. How far away is the last time I locked a door from the first time I tried to walk? Won't it all be the same instant, the same singular timeline..the same flash of an instant before I'm borne out of this life? What little points will I keep and stick to my recollected place in time? I guess it's up to me to enjoy the fine bits of it. Sometimes I find that hard to do when I look at the big picture. The big fucking picture that I am but a little tiny restless pixel in.