I can't forget those words I saw. It was last week, head pressed against the window. The gentle hum and buzz of the coach becoming the hum and buzz of my brain. I can't forget those words I saw. Various songs fluttering past like forgettable leaves. The world was nothing except my flickering thoughts. I can't forget those words I saw. I sped on, body soft, open to the fields around me. There they were, graffitied on a fence by someone who knew. Knew about what was to come, the tubes, the monitors, the tears. And wrote:
"Nothing is permanent."
"Nothing is permanent."