forgetting how to remember takes a toll on the soul. Father Time suggests His powers are greater than mine. once murmurs of obsession with oblivion, now screams. plans are devised in unheard of ways day by day. love a light, Hate the clouds. even when body and soul desire such a prophet, mind commands otherwise. it's so strange how even temples crumble. movement changes. heart quickens, voice drops.
i love the feeling when it falls apart, i'm slow to finish but i'm quick to start.
