happy that time hadn’t forsaken me I stumbled into the first open door. it was like i had lost my grip on the things that held me down. light streamed in from somewhere. i think i’ll stay here. i think i’ll lock the door behind me.
seen but not forsaken only taken for granted by the ones who tell stories in the dark. mostly known by their handles these vandals of scurrilous lies tighten the fasteners on time but late by all other accounts. but who’s counting?