Things during this time
Time of flux
Of growth
Of shrunk
Of 140 character thoughts
And emotions
Which once seemed endless and long
But became stunted to fit in a coded box
Do not rest easy on my mind

These things plague my mind
Forcing thoughts there that I do not wish to be
There as all I want is to float off to the 9th cloud
As I lay there breathing
As I lay dying
I just wish to meet, discuss, and submit to
The man from the desert, with sand in his pockets
But these flashes
There 140 character thoughts
Flash before my eyes
Making it almost impossible for
My dear, dear friend to visit
And for any true work to be accomplished