An so it goes again… A tragic slip, a tumbling flip, a spiraling twist into the abyss. Reach up, hoping for a hand and all I find is my own mind reminding me of who I am. A tutor of mistakes, a degenerate waiting to learn to behave. One day they said, one day it’ll just click. Click, click, what?! No bang is coming at the end of this. Despite the depressed mess that I confess, the sense to end is a tick tock in the grand design of life’s clock. A conscious thought, itching to rip through the skin, a scab picked and left on the finger tip. Scratch deep enough, and the inside we all are looking for is exposed. Soul bending and heart heavy, the tides of eternity wash ashore in a dreamland unfathomed.