Falling over layers of concrete and stripped down trees, right past the heat. With it were brought back the imagery and the sensory of a past that is mine by right and that i’ve memorized by heart. I decide to quit on fuming over pointless schemes — which used to carry all my fantasies of the future. So now I live led by uncertainty, because the risk I take is the only think worth wondering about.
I hope I have a nice dream tonight, it’d keep me busy over my sleep. I’m kinda afraid it’ll start hailing.