are we all that terrible, like spines and webs, like halloween run amok. and i hold my daughter’s face and gaze the purest perfection, selfless and selfish, knowing and unknown, oblivious and obliterating. my son tangles my feet in barbed wire and sings in tap dance shoes belting out a melody as if he were in the rain or a musical. i reach for her and i strain, i miss her terribly. there she, right there but i am not close enough, i have gone too far for far too long. time, time is such a vicious and relentless thing.