A small body of thoughts

There's all that catching up to do before one feels just a little eternity." Rainer Maria Rilkem Service the small things, in passion only stale phrases die old in the miniature cube of melting. I wish a fallen imagination played the good guy more often, guessed the line by its echo. Somewhere in all that's going on sense is more than tears in a forest. Limbs are prone, as long as ideals sip dreams. I could be in a frozen land, a wilderness of marked futures. As it is, a little compassion sparks being int erested.