Status Updates From The Lumberjack's Dove

Everything has the ability to help, or harm,,
depending on how it's used, & how thirsty
you are when you swallow it.

It is a haunted pain, built not of what is, but of what should be.

Time does this, sometimes-pauses to
appreciate an object of beauty. It grows so
enamored that it forgets to move forward.
A meadow or a clavicle or a painting might
be the secret to immortality. Enough
loveliness, & time will stop altogether.

Memory=colliding with the same barriers
repeatedly & demanding different results.
Or no, that's insanity. No, it is certainly
both.

Ahh this is the pretty gut punch I needed