While he wonders if he is to the left or right, go around, I wonder if he ever comes back. Whether he ever will? And what do I do? How can my beautiful order fallen into such disarray? How much chaos I can still tolerate before I have to run away again? Or I wrap around a tree (do not hang himself, I stress), because I see it as the answer? Perhaps some are
Good things only because we know that they are not for eternity? Because time is running out as the sand in the Clock? Because you can not always put the life back to zero and start again?
Sometimes you do not start from scratch, but builds on to the point where you left off. This can be very reassuring for the moment.
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