Time
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.

Time
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.
It was too early to be awake.
I reached for the phone, 3:00 AM. The terrible dead-zone of night.
Something I must remember. Was it important or maybe a secret? Perhaps just a bill I had forgotten to pay. It’ll come to me if I can just get back to sleep, I’m sure it will.