time_changes_me raze a man too old to know his own name said he hoped i'd still know what a real friend was when death came to collect me. he was wearing a shirt like the one i hide beneath another strip of thin fabric no one gets to see anymore. my uniform is only two thirds mine. the rest is a figment of someone else's imagination. hammer into my head the harsh truths youth kept me from staring down. we all get worn away by the machinery of living and leaving and being left. it's just a question of how long we can stay ourselves inside all those merciless moving parts. 221214 what's it to you? who go blather from