happenstance, September 6, 2018, 12:46:26 – 12:53:23

no regrets.
in poor condition, sanded down, powder sent off, into the wind.
the biggest questions are not vague.
 
the years leave a thin film of rime.
everything you’ll actually never experience again in a cloud.
out of silence come dreams.
 
and it came to pass one morning you were: forgotten.
one day more, mum, one day more, dad.