but oh
how
the times do change moments accumulating as fine grains of sand in an ancient clock cracked not by use but its very inception.
14 March 2009
not not wishing you were here
though we've drifted slightly i sit sifting through memories tattered like old love letters rightly minding edges so as not to deepen the crease never ceasing to grow
the times do change moments accumulating as fine grains of sand in an ancient clock cracked not by use but its very inception.
the times do change moments accumulating as fine grains of sand in an ancient clock cracked not by use but its very inception.
