[FLASHBACK]


Today is different . Today every moment feels like a memory. The path always the same yet more exciting because it is our last time.The ground thankfully is'nt empty. I see it in the distance and feel a lump rising in my throat. That bench, cold stone made cooler by shade holds memories of varying temperatures . Finally we're there. You move to brush off the small bits and leaves. Somehow i wish you would'nt they'll gather up again as soon as we're gone leaving no trace of us.
No trace of it's meaning.
"Hey Evelynn.."
"Bolo"
"Let's name this place "
"You want to name it?"
"Yeah ...think of something"
"Hmmm....Edge of Insanity?"
"Cool"
"I know it totally fits"


[END OF FLASHBACK]

I realise it's been months since i thought about this and it does fit. I guess we did'nt know it then but we were so close .............to insanity.