whatever I say it will seem to not make sense but there will also indefinitely be clarity. because it's instinct. you feel punished but the crime does not fit, the casualty hinders oneself and reverberates through broken promises. don't go back. there's nothing for you there. the imprint was never indelible and the words were just a way to spend the time. what's the story? stop building sentences out of your subconscious and actually do something. what if I can't? what if the warranty is lost, or was never found?
Tom told me twice the tale that's true, twice did Tom tell me the truest tale of all, that he's tired. That's all that he said really.
