Half Hearted Hero Framework
There's such a great momentum, the kind that might not
reappear. My only fear is that this back and forth will
become habitual. I've killed what I can't salvage. The
dreams are litter on the streets I walk now in
remembrance. Nostalgia is a midnight beacon. Dichotomy is
not the framework of this world, but a movie screen. Try
to see that what we are is only conversation. There and
here forth and back, now and then I trace the tracks.
Idle are my plans, but they absorb and weigh in tons.
