do you sometimes ache for someone you don't know? a fortune sold and bought without a thought. justifiability, deniability, versatility. what i seek, in fact what we all seek, is route-less, unkempt, unconscious. predisposed to writing a story for the things we do not have, yet. not for the things we have now, nor for the people we know. keeping time for fear of its silky fabric slipping through our fingers, and out the door, down the stairs, and out of town. how do i hold onto someone who knows nothing of me.