(0179) shutter lag

the culmination of a waste of time; different chemicals that would not combine; a feeling left under the blanket of an ordinary man. walking around to breathe some clean air; changing perspectives so as to not have to care; a bleeding heart can only show you what you couldn't understand. and a million bucks could never buy the best of luck so you shouldn't try to get rich quick before you die - it's the soul that matters. they're blocking off all of the straight lines. they're making room for multiplicity. a piano slowly going out of tune and a wealth of not-so-distant stars. he has to organize his conscience before they repave every street. there's no one left to use up now. he walks alone in his cloud. he's lost all touch - can't even hear the sound of his own heart beating. the minutes pass, it all goes past, no one even notices. the condensation kept building up. and before you knew just what to do, it was all done and over with. he turned every fact into a myth; looked up at the stars, and the sky was lonely yet passing by. had so much to do in so little time. so much to write but couldn't rhyme. and sometimes i feel left out, but it's nothing to think about because time is never in debt and it knows no regrets in the end.