Eigth Thought

Lost. Just a little bit. I walk through the everyday and see the other day within it. The yesterday, the never-to-be-forgotten days. My friend wonders out loud if he should go to chipotle, in an instant I'm sitting in one of their too high chairs talking with you, and hoping to myself the beans in my food don't give me gas. Or the man with a name like a Christmas tree ornament comes on the radio and I'm back in your basement as you romance me to those jazzy tunes. Or someone mentions "Chicago" and I'm in your kitchen looking at your wall mounted tv, or I see the sunset and I'm at bar beach again or i see the sun rise and remember we never got to do that together, and how we talked about it. I'm so fuckig tired of it! I want to move forward, because you're long gone and aren't coming back, and I try and I think I'm getting somewhere when suddenly time bends over and fucks itself and in something so clearly rooted in the present I find a portal directly to the past. It sucks so bad, because I was so sure of myself and I thought I was placing one solid footstep in front of another. I'm even trying to explore a new 0ption but now that things are so topsy turvy I'm afriad I'm going to hurt him by accident. I need to find a trail through this forest of time but all the floor is covered in freezing snow, and I'm knee deep in it getting frostbite.