Things are strange, indeed.
I always thought life was supposed to be about ups and downs,
and the best one could reasonably hope for was a high average.
Lately, I'm living a straight line, or a dot, suspended in time.
A static node about which things revolve but do not touch. First mover, unmoved.
I miss you as I miss my childhood, true emotions.
First impressions, first chances, first loves.
I love you and I love nothing.
