on parchments of presume

then.

now.

segregation of time –

collectively contained within the confines of our existence.

regardless the magnitude of desire –

the appropriation of intent –

our tenure in the halls of is fades.

what of it –

then,

agendas written to define autonomy over possibly?

while vividly drawn on parchments of presume,

they fade like watercolor in the rain.

ubiquitous as assumptions of priority –

misread lines from one-act plays of suppose…

About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?