To see you grow old is something I will never see. Count in 5’s, then 10’s, 20’s and you’re there. There is here and I am there, here right now. Above black nothing, beneath golden blur. I am so cold. I am so high. I am so lost. Memories will come and do nothing. Friends, they say words that mean nothing. How easy to write nothing at all. How easy to feel nothing at all.