more than that.

these are sad times
even sighs are held back
thinking that it may color
the air,
and advertise to the immediate world
that for some reason.
You are sad.

being wired.

Would being up there be a better feeling. And the hundred questions that I would never answer, or would take that a step further.

Its been so long.

I cant even say I miss this, or that I need this. I just have this feeling that I should, not that sort of feeling that obligation gives you. Or responsibility.

Just that feeling that I should, that this is life.

Like that.
I guess I'll only be getting a few things that I want with my life. There never was an assurance that I would anyway, just the dream that this is what should be.

I can only hope that I could say I am complete if I happen to die in the next minute.

What I am is beyond my dreams of 8 years ago.

What I am pales in some parts of what I dreamed of 8 years ago.

The thing is, only the dreams remain. Yes, I would not want to wake up from them.
They are good sources of sustenance.

hear here.

through acoustics again.

Direct access memory, where scents holds reign supreme. Fading lingering traces of desire, and the realization, yes, through acoustics.

And seems like another life, far removed from the current one.

Viewing it up here, and the world gives a little spin, making sure the whatifs and whatmighthavebeens would not have a semblance of life. Or even just the idea of it.

I would just listen and unzip memories, and yes, this is a good life.

Much appreciated and much enjoyed.