there's something wrong, he began,
when youve come to realize that the ground isnt so giving in return to what you feed to it. Because Ive been strewn across this lawn for weeks, busy men and women keep me in their periphery and thats the way they like it. And in my final minutes i remembered everything so clearly. Flashes of doctored memories i stored to keep my head full. Cold, she said, i promise i wont be. Good, i said drifting in orbit. This never worked the way i wanted, and no i never had a plan. My best intentions were always just to go with it. The pair of fallen stars, coupled with the scars they left in the earth were signs that im the only one aware of my surroundings. ha, best intentions, best wishes out in the real life. Knowing us we'll see each other in-limbo.