I can feel forever, bittersweet on the tip of my tongue. And I like to hold it there. Let it linger. The best things linger. Just a moment there, then feel it slowly fade. And when we wake up again everything will have changed. If only because the world’s turned. Helps us to see things from a different angle. Otherwise how stagnant would we be! I’m in the same place today as I was yesterday. Well, yeah. Relatively. But you’re also a thousand thousand miles away, on a spaceship somewhere, circling endlessly the sun.