Thin strings, pulling, stretching. The heart, heavy. Attached to the beginning, stuck in the middle. A film, thoughts. Cold thoughts, in 12B. Alone, as are we all. Departing from familiarity. Keep the kind people close. Dull, sharp remembrance. Are we doing this right? Growth, missed. Faces fade into the horizon. Grateful for the strings, but wishing they were translucent. Wishing life away, for difference. Clairvoyance, sensed sadness. Happy, in rare form. Not sad, but longed for. A stare. A deep, thoughtful stare. A long life; a short dream. A minor detail, all is well. I am the sunshine. This is the light. There is a darkness in the Iris. Ours, Iris. Water floods from behind the eyes, whole. The rims, fill and empty. Our souls, filled and emptied. Consume the goodness, it is blind. Know that the time is moving beneath your feet. It is tiresome. Pray the elasticity sticks. Thin Strings.