We have found most things,

but not quite the way we found

our ability to see ourselves in them.

And now everything is us,

and there’s always upgrades

new parts and versions.

Out of all inventions,

our ability to continue

to find each other

the only thing that’s saved us....

It’s consuming me, the amount of restraint required to hold onto the integrity of my pieces.

Staying put with the illusion of safety, letting the elements take the blame for me fading away. Or to face the days accepting that my edges have lost their shape because everything that cradles the ego is the first thing effort takes.

Nothing will fit quite the same; I pay it, the currency of time well s...

I used to be the comfort within grasp

But where’s the thrill, the challenge, the ego feeding in that?

And so you get to work behind my back

An expert in chasing that which you can never catch...