A gentle warning to the neighborhood:

I understand now: I’d always known how. Here’s the story of a when-you-would:

Everyone’s talking as they’re falling

Always thinking of rides to come

The same is true: Fad and fuse as you’re sinking just enough onto something coming --- another nothing (fast at the strike), burned out and stunned

Years unfastened, left unseen. A spell was moving. I let it lose me. Things can happen like you knew they could, without stopping

Now you’re talking: Bring the gone back almost until finally saying where you’re staying (also known as get-your-fill)

Where’re you going? Nothing’s open

Who won’t you try? What won’t you trust?