People say my era is finished but I am not yet tired of being me. I still have one or two wishes as pure as these elements I drag around. And of the many me's that have lived in this one body...it was never tough to say good-bye, to stop and start, shedding lives as easily as dead skin cells and strands of hair that fall from the body. And the trail that's left behind...I can remember all of it, remember twisting and turning through another town to live in, another name to go by and good-bye, good-bye was never tough to say. To stop and start, stop and start becomes one line running through. One wish: to inhabit space as purely as these elements I drag around, holding onto the feeling of matter before objects and emotions take hold of the senses and shape every realm into me, he, she, its, ours.