who ever thinks that the end is right now. who ever thinks that the night's game was the last time you'd ever set foot in the neighborhood. i stepped foot into a strange kind of time machine. it shrunk me away from you it must have been a weird sensation. the nights were so perfect then. the street lights and their pale yellow shine. illuminating their brilliant bleak shadows. an explosion of voices speculating on the whereabouts and the strategies to breach them. speculating that this rock would knock some dude out of a tree. who was so into the moment it was his everything. lifetimes ago and beyond anything that i could ever fathom again. pages turn and then they burn you can't go back and read the instructions. control was something where the magnitude could not be fathomed. beyond was something that could not be imagined. yet there it was residing just around the proverbial corner. i got lost there my friend and i regret not getting back to you.
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