Once:
I can still remember the words and what they meant, as we etched them with our fingers in years of wet cement. The days blurred into each other, though everything seemed clear. We cruised along at half speed, but then we shifted gears.
Now:
We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns, but even then we should have stayed. But we ran away.
Now all my friends gone. Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved. Runaway! But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one. Where have they gone?
