2 August 2012
I left it in the china shop. You know the one on fifth street. I left it there and when I went back, it wasn't there. But as I stood there, looking at the place where I thought I set it down, I didn't want it.
All the past it help inside its hollow body, all the future you wanted it to hold. And I wanted the future. Doesn't everybody? I just didn't want the future with you.
So I left the shop. Without it in hand. And then I called you.
Our past became forgotten, our present became our past, and OUR future became mine and yours.
Just me. Just you.
It will stay where I left it. I don't know where.
Lost • Opuss № I