To tragedy a spontaneous dance; Cuts the wire to their own thread. The spoll they use to measure and examine, The wait for the murdered to be murdered.
Which is, is what has already happened See what is, is what is willed. And will happen. And thats the epiphany that curses me
Who knew living in the moment, would affect what hasn't even occured, the choices made by (now) a past self, determines the mental and emotional state of what parallels may exist.
Like two magnets touching, but moving hours apart.
Frumping a man
Cut the dof
Why does it have to mean, something? Why does everything have to mean something to someone? Why? Does someone steal a part of someone when they go? And so you are left empty Almost unfinished, but you were at some point. Finished or whole. You just left the conversation going and open Almost a rant, but without meaning. Since you were looking for a punchline, a final thing to say. As "Goodbye" would never do it.