Sometimes I will get nostalgic and a little maudlin.

Thats when it can happen.

Thats when I remember the good/bad.

Thats when how I got here claims my mind.

It’s populated with many wormholes that I can lose myself down.

Many end with me feeling that I am on borrowed time, or possibly dead.

I keep walking though, because if I was dead and not moving I would stink.

When I talk to you though I am reminded that I am.

So keep talking.