Stop Time, And
what can we do? this joy is so ephemeral. 200 units of time and then nothing. or something: the beginning of the fading. I've tried, before, to see the beauty in beauty faltering before my eyes but I am a creature of eternities and foreverafters lingering on your mind like a kiss, or I suppose, a slap in the face. I am just here, waiting. like a knife to the ribs. waiting.