in perpetual catch up. the task list remains at large.
a week spent in anticipation and small joys.
the moments i wish to share for perpetuity are these instead.
in what will become the silence of us, this says more about the contrasts.
even now, my act is a reminder of the mistakes, old and new.
the bundles between us. if they could be wished away.
still on uncertain grounds.
if only the tasks that perpetually remain were not there to hinder.
whoa this is crazy. i think i can get used to this. yes.
i find there is no way to guarantee anything.
the excuses and shortcomings. to embrace and fill what is empty and habits ingrained.
the moment and eternity was mine. and it slips away.
what am i doing here.
my expectations are not so different.
so after much site trouble it’s back.
already another year and things will change again.