As I Walk Amongst You All

I have a confession. It's about time and what it meant, it's about memories and how they are spent, it's the truth and the truth is that I am clueless. And for all these things tumbling away, I didn't secure my own mask first... I don't vaguely remember if either or any of us were saved, or if I am here or if I am there, I opened the book and fell defeat a little oozing animal, gasping breathing living So sweetly delicate cast upon me- this disarray.