Time looms ahead of me.
Continuous.
Endless.
240 hours of space.
I would like to think
I want to do something,
but not really.
I need to be alone.
Do my endless projects.
Finish unfinished business.
Be lazy again and again.
Accomplish some dreams that, alas, may not be fulfilled.
Reach for the inevitable, the stars, the moon, the sky.
Search for nothing and find something worthwhile.
Rummage through my trash.
Rekindle old flames.
Satisfy a need.
Make love.
Read my abandoned books.
Live life to the fullest.
Fly.
Time looms ahead of me.
Continuous.
Endless.
240 hours of space.
I Have Cramps 