People lately have been asking me all sorts of numerical factoids about my life. Checkpoints and levels, values confirming my existence... and I feel like I must not exist very well at all because I honestly don't know them.
It's there, I know they all happened but I'm so fuzzy on the details. Time has been a sudden wind, come and gone with such a mix of smells and dust that I at once decided I'd be best off just enjoying the feel in my hair than try to see what was passing by.
And now I'm opening my eyes against a never ending wind to see just where the hell I've ended up; counting the steps. Scary and motivating, I don't know what to think.
It's there, I know they all happened but I'm so fuzzy on the details. Time has been a sudden wind, come and gone with such a mix of smells and dust that I at once decided I'd be best off just enjoying the feel in my hair than try to see what was passing by.
And now I'm opening my eyes against a never ending wind to see just where the hell I've ended up; counting the steps. Scary and motivating, I don't know what to think.
