Hello

There I go again, chasing after the past. Just a tiny crack and I slip through. If the world were in shades of grey, it would remind me of you. Like postcards or film shots; things in the past. Better left uncovered or buried deeper yet. But in slipping, I wonder: do you remember me still? how are you? what goes on now in that racy mind of yours? .. the fascination is not as strong..slow and soft now, but nonetheless, there.