digesting the memories is all part of remembering, sometimes painful but feels so good when it finally goes down and delivers itself as waste on the other side of time. the desperate clocks are trying to hold on but they have no chains that can't be opened anymore, there is no shape they can create that won't fit this key...this is freedom and so they can't seem to get a lock down on me, their c, leaving them stuck with nothing but a shell of control. "and by habit they shortened their thoughts so as not to wander into the darkness beyon tomorrow."- Carson McCullers
-howling in love, me and the dharma both