Perspective changes, time shatters at the edge, are we really here living through a life we could barely call our own or are we living for our instincts to move on and perceive to do grander things. I'd ask you that but would you really understand me? I've become a shade wading through life wanting for more yet bound by time. Memories if you'll call them that, some splendid, some the stuff of nightmares. Time slips from my grasp each day yet i look back and feel like i wasn't there. The time worn shade of shades bound by ghosts of the past but....who's haunting who? - till later old friend.