I can no longer place the fear in time nor space, rather it must linger somewhere amidst or above it all, looming like a gray streak across colorful skies. Life's not bad, it hasn't been. I don't feel so dissonant or fading, but something's mindfully amiss. Maybe it's that here, we've already shared five years.. and I guess time passes like that. Like this. And things rarely mean what they should, and people hardly grow to be for the better. But that's okay, most days. Though you should know that in each of you there is a dream I'm sure we do not share. There's an imagination in me that builds you up and spins you round, playmaking some silly ideal storyline for us all. And though time may pass, the dreaming does not. It stays with me, with that eternal unknowing state, that which I call permanence. It stays with me despite the brackish fervor of time, and of course, as do you all.