dust rests on ancient wooden planks, slowly saturating the stagnant air you inhale obliviously. Once I would sweat and hustle to screen and filter all elements and particles that meant to harm you. All the feelings you never touched, songs never heard on frequencies your radio will never play, i absorbed their intentions and end results secretely being admired by all kitchen sink spounges. All the unkown moments your blind to will remain so. Your seasons will no longer grow and change in their wisdoms. Stone thought and epmty wells shall be your company, your freind and moonlight partner let go of the drink you asked him to hold. Fill it again and again if your faith tells you so, my services are needed else where
