It was 13 hours later that he realized the difference a boundary can make, it took him 13 long agonizing hours to surmise why the sun wasnt there... in all but 13 hours life took a new turn... a new beginning was ushered in from a door that was left slightly ajar, only for the air to flow in so that he could breathe once in a while... but then again, opportunities do seek you at times, mishaps seek appointments and keep them, this was one of those times, when the deprived and maligned nothing of a soul was to be wrenched of the last iota of ether inside would be squeezed out. And yet he smiled knowing that the desiccation and destruction is nothing but his own doing, he knew it was coming he was just 13 hours late thats all...
And then tuesday was gone... with the wind, ridin with the wild horses, up a stairway to heaven, with the sky turning yellow... and he stood there... comfortably numb...
ibid: he was a dreamer... who dreamt on too long... and he knew u shud never love a song... for the transience of words hurt you too bad... they leave u trying to grip/what you never had...
