I miss you.
So I am left to ask… what do I do, now?
“…what we all do, each moment. decide. ” – Mayakovsky
I decided; and now all I have is the illusion of time… and memories as unreal as the other worlds I have lived in… I am trying to hold on.
Soon can not be soon enough.
When will then, be now?
“Tiberius… I could not agree more.” – my meat bag of a companion states.
We agree, you should know the answer.