Finger Redux

Sifting through 3 years, 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads". And it's much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you've forsaken - its a shame isn't it? The way these hours spin out of control, and how the tighter your grip on the why and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now. There's no strength in numbers is the one thing I've found, and you can't trust your balance until you've walked with your feet on the ground.