Can you really have too much of a good thing, if that good thing is love? I'm kinda just sitting here realizing that I have too many people and too little time. This explains why my perfect moments always exist in the corridors and in between spaces of my day; from class to class, from school to the bar, from the IAR to Curtis. When I am in the wood between worlds, I can rest, dream and be within splash-length of each loved one. So stop time here, when I am most aware of all that I have.