Changing...
An old cover shaken out.
You fall from out of the folds.
Shattering on the floor.
Memories fly through the air.
Turning it over...
I like this pattern.
For every question...
Two more...
For each answer...
None...
Every side is empty...
When there is more than one...
Everything is a lie...
When all of it is true...
It's always eternity...
When you're late...
If you think this way...
You are not yourself...