the momments stick to hand shakes like fallen conceptions of exsisting angels. can you find momments of peace wrecked inside havoc striken panic attack walls like the days time away that seperates here and now from us and then? its mommentus and monumentous in its nothingness all the same we are together in sleep. is this momment erased in the history of yourslef, of us? can you find a meaning here anymore? is there something worth being somewhere besides here? what is the morning for if not you. waking here starts the shaking subsiding and tommorrow may never fall for another days begining. if here stands to judge the next 20 years i can find it in a momment of memmory here only. this is the starting of something new although i can't feel it yet. here is nothing more than less. can you loook for any other reason? here is a stubborn sentence that refuses to let go. i can look for nothing in its days and find all that was ever there. nothing