desire for A.LL.

I don’t believe in secrets she said softly,

and I believed her,

a long time a go a friend was lost to me,

a long time ago a friend of mine took away my passion for possession-

yes yes, the lesson is learned you really can never possess anything,

but in that parallax there lies the constant of the opposite and mere real possibility of its occurance.

-my memory isn’t what it used to be and the only exercise to help me is putting their faces with their names, and it isn’t reasonable not to remember all their names. Video taping them all or photographing them would help but my memory isn’t what it used to be, it’s a matter of desire.

They were all nameless to me- all except for a few and they were the ones that forgot my name.