Memory/\/\/

Standing 'round the house, conversing with my ma'... Actually, the memory word for word moment by
moment how exactly this memory was first brought about. Then time itself, along with wear of this world
grasping the credit for my beginning to lose it was stopped by mine and everyone's Alpha and Omega.


You see, myself being far from complex, the main reason for just next to everything I do is for what was said
to me back in my re-beginning. My memory tells me without hearing distinct words, I just know. It is kind of
like when first being released ... the only way to describe it is to say it. "All answers, everything you
need to know, can be found at the beginning and the end."


Beginning and the End…
Of the day, of the season, at the time far earlier than late in my situation. Those two words meant little to not
to me, looking back more attention should have been paid to them. At the time seeing that it wasn't as if as I
at tinkering with whatever trinkets were about.

A booming voice didn't say, "Jesse tighten up", it was more like something you just knew. Kind of like when you're thirsty and you drink water. A booming voice doesn't tell you every time you're thirsty now does it? Answer me now, boy, and don't you dare lie!