Hooked on time. Obsessed. Truly I am.
Circling notions. Of beginnings. Of ends. Of long extended middles.
Attempting to understand the world. Before the world. Beyond the perimeter of our world.
The tips of the leaves lead me right back to the roots.
Past. Present. Future.
Relative. Time. Science.
How to make the best of a mistake?
How so much turmoil exists in the world when living is amazing. Physically, and scientifically amazing.
And yet some are so self absorbed in bubbles - [Round, iron leaded bubbles] - that they cease to comprehend the outcome of their actions. Infliction of pain. Ignorance.
A blind eye.
Gold plated segments are weighing the world down. Gravity must feel the strain. Surely.
