Breathless, gasping as the days are swallowed. Rundown and followed by the indecisive. Intact are these staggered letters, haunting. None of them ever teeming with desire. Left trying to find a few more chances. With countless ways to keep them buried. This might be what were taking with us. Faltered insights tattered view. Perception's restless. Swallowed and Buried. I welcome everything I invited. Perception is skewed by the waiting.