I’m walking on the edge; the edge of a new, I dunno… a new just about every-bloody-thing?

Well… redefinition, for sure. That much I do know.

I peer over and imagine what it would be like to just jump! But, it’s too late. I’ve already fallen.

I know that, too.

I just rearranged my entire apartment. Now, this is much more like what I’ve always known as home… my home. I mean, what the fuck took me so long?

Seriously… I didn’t even realize there was the potential. Or, maybe I did and just didn’t want to admit it. Ok, yeah, sure. Whatever.

So, hey… while you’re talking to yourself…

Welcome home.

Right here, right now, there are two clocks never set to tick in sync. One spins its hands with reckless abandon, ignoring the present. The other slows itself, weary of the future. Then they switch. Their moments in unison are brief and neither accept the truth that there is no time. But, when their gears rust and the ticking stops, they’ll know what together means. Forever.