I'm thinking, TIME does not GO on FOREVER. I'm capitalizing my words at random, selecting them by the weight of their pretty faces. I hold them up, one by one, crooning to them as their reflections dance slowly in the absence of light. There's this girl, you see. I imagine she's sitting now, at her window too, holding up the words I LOVE YOU so that they dance on through the night to her papa, who's off to "war" somewhere. Does he not know that time Does not Go on Forever? I want to tell him, to shake him by the shoulders, to POOF make her- no- him appear. I want to see that little girl smile, and I hope to God (Are You There??) that the father, he's sending her lighthouse signals: iLoVEyOuToO + i'MsoRRy. He is/I am. TIME's reflection is wavering in the dusty pane- (really should clean my windows)- the crumpled edges of the paper I've cut TIME out of are growing so indistinct that I can feel them cutting through my skin. whO cAres?...