Death of a Rose really, i am.
just incredibly a vastness of this just opened door, seeing something new.

regarding this new puzzlement,
pleasing to the brain matter,
forgetful of any past glimmerings,
a smile upon my face.
Wasandru Finding myself here, in this room, thinking this or that, again perhaps, it astonishes me, that I am, that I exist, that I persist in this life, despite my efforts to the contrary, years ago, I tried to leave, I could not go, I had to stay, I remain, there can be no end, every_exit_is_an_entrance_somewhere_else, it pains me, how shall I say, it irks me, but I must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on, thank the gods for Beckett, at last, I am clear, I am again, there you are again, in the mud, on the gray sands under the grey sky, the hourglass tips, I am again, the land is green the sky is blue and

I am with you

what's it to you?
who go