proem

in the beginning we were out for fun. free and without explanation, without plan or thought of then we glided along. this was before we knew, when questions had answers in favorable proportions. we’d go up and down and back and forth, and although we ended up the same we never caught on. and the backgrounds and our names all blended into one. but just as we had begun we would lose momentum, the saddest of ends. the light stayed inside while the heavy sentiment was forced out. and time sped up. and we slowed down.

update: don't worry, i quit listening to denison witmer on loop. these words are more about the human condition than anything specific, i.e. me being one year closer to death.