Part of me would like to go back and delete all the pain and suffering hastily transcribed by someone looking for that real betterness; But I'll polish it and let it sit here. Shh,
It's OK to be in the past for a time but, what's past should remain; makes me feel unsafe when things creep into the present's domain, Things to make me heave and sigh. I rest on this chair, in the glib darkness, and hear the city breeze of automobiles' afar off accelerations become those comforting rustles that carry through the wind.
The dusk sky has dipped. I'm left wondering after my travels this weekend.