Maybe if you stopped for one second and listen, you could hear my voice echo in the distance. I’ve been crying out your name for so long that the sirens have mistaken me, for urgency has suddenly rang. Like the nicotine filled sunsets and the races that lead us so wildly across chess tables, imagining the chances. Blood is thick but not thicker than the complications of our compilations. And as we carry on, allowing the sea to remove our prints, we surely forget our first rush. So sweet the taste that it paralyzed future flavored rings and a hatred for collect calls. Do you read with memory? Listen, do you remember any of this? I sure hope not or else the place we burnt down together was for not.