Between night owls and early birds there are spaces in between
Staring at the infinite indifference between a hello and goodbye
Falling through the gaps of recalled experiences
Those memories dance about
like dreams studded on transcendent celestial clouds
They echo and fade into the abyss of time
those who are left to reminisce
Tickled in suspended animation
Making us more then what we are
Blow them out one by one
Blow them out.