Past a part of the future but I disagree without looking back as I could get caught in yesterday
What good comes from previously written lines if they are abandoned today hugs make air laugh as she slips away to wherever she pleases so if I get upset claiming she disappeared I’m the idiot expecting an impossible to be possible
Sorry I’m cleaning closets cobweb deposits in failing pockets dropping old thoughts in a trash bag as promised for extra room
Incoming. Changes incoming.
Another season of purification in progress adjusting speeds while planting various seeds I’ll see you grow before my very eyes
This is a move and surely I must throw some things away
Anchors like crushes anchors like being passive when I’ve been given a green light anchors like waiting for anyone who says they’ll be here
Sorry, my ride has arrived.
