the days move forward with momentum only time can carry. weightless, effortless, it is only evidence. the changing of the leaves and backwards progression from death to life and natural digression back. from wall to wall.

you said you would not cross the river for anything, not for nothing. and while you whisper sweet poems the leaves and sky and buildings on, you utter obscenities and curse behind your breath.

there's always rain on the ground and the clouds only lurk. for all the mistakes we made and the things we forgot you'll disappear east as easily as you close the door. and then the sun shines a hang over.

and then it's nothing. if not, your bruise.