His world has expanded. Too many streets to tread, too many faces to remember, too many people to keep around. He will select a few, and stick with them just as he needs to; Just as his station in time and space is there. They're all temporary, but it doesn't matter. His clock moves, and he cannot afford to be empty. But I remember when his whole world was me. And he was full.
Monday, July 09, 2012
I Traveled Worlds
His world has expanded. Too many streets to tread, too many faces to remember, too many people to keep around. He will select a few, and stick with them just as he needs to; Just as his station in time and space is there. They're all temporary, but it doesn't matter. His clock moves, and he cannot afford to be empty. But I remember when his whole world was me. And he was full.
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