feeling the movements of my old days.

swaying away from the solidity of now.

wanting an escape, craving an outlet

because the realities of now go far beyond me.  beyond capacity.

so give me a story.  let me ride a love song.  send me to fantasy and back.

sidetrack my worried mind.


as i get pushed up against fatality, the realities of what ifs are changing me.

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