Infinity

Thoughts jump. . .

Even now, I can’t keep them in this place… a place in time…

Back then. . .        back then. . .

So it was. . .         back then. . .

That’s why they make us infinities, so that we can’t remember this place. . .         so that the thought slips into something else. . .    

I want to find this place again and again. . .         when everything was going right. . .

Probably right. . .