all the things that do not matter, at times come crashing in. as if by a self given rite, while fucking up what could have been... ...no need to go there again.
But to keep them at bay, if to re-surface, if only to preserve the moment, the will of the moment -and the moment's grace. for if to bring with each breath a breaths unbalance to distaste, one would miss the experience to untimely thinking and haste.
yeah... some say you shouldn't pray for patience.
