Every day I come back here with a bag half-full of words, and a wooden box that holds one or two faded memories...

I can't think clearly these days, there are too many maybes, perhaps, what-ifs, why-nots, what-nows... loud voices...

So many hours... and then a few more just to keep adding, but tonight, tonight's hours can dance and move around me at...

Time goes quickly...  In other circumstances I would've said it goes unrelentingly and unforgivingly quickly, but...

The weekend came, visited me for a few hours and left; and I put on that dress you like, let my hair down the way you...