Moving along is a habit of mine, I make my mark and then find a new blank page to scrawl upon. The moment I feel comfortable is the moment I feel un-, and time to go. But this is different because it is real and it is something I feel in my soul rather than merely imagining in my mind informing my heart and leading it forward (for if you have imagination the information doesn’t flow in the opposite direction, as is usually suspected). I am forever restless and bored and untethered to anything and yet I find myself tethered to you by random happenstansical circumstance, and it’s enough to make me hang up my wandering ways and hold you in ways both physical and metaphorical, and to be with you for a million nows happening a thousand thens from now, and never let go. And walk in dreams and feel the ground and know it’s sound and real and turn and dissolve into your eyes and hold fast and never let go.