The voice says "let go,"
but I know I won't let go...

I lay down the straight-edge
and with my exacto knife...

I had hoped we'd be strung along,
as if life were a blustery day...

A story of sadness
and of bad luck...

Who knows when it'll come again,
fall through the sky again...

One autumn morning I stepped forward
and found myself in a deep forest glade...

Leaf falling away--
no longer with an anchor...

As the last ember dies,
your lips slowly part...

You said to me
that maybe all the...