The best in life is saved for the better versions of ourselves. Do you ever feel that way? Is there an answer to the bitter and hallow places within hearts, and minds, and toes? I sometimes wish I'd try to find them, or look for them in the dark boroughs hidden around the house, or in the closet space. But it's dark in there, and the clouds give no way for re imagining the way things should've been. We have no sense of time or space, or time travel anymore. Isn't that a shame? We could all just disappear one day. And reappear as burnt, inconsequential dust. howinteresting,howenigmatic,howl .
