The declination of interest when something I can't have turns to something thats yearning for my attention. And how my fantasies are ran off the road as soon as that hits. The ease of which I change my mind, the fluid in it. The attention span of a nonliving organism(how short is THAT ?!) Advancements in technology- ie: once something better comes along, we lose interest, then the past becomes vintage, and you become my heart again: but you've moved on, and you've lost interest, so now we're in a circle, always off, in a constant chase. So when do I catch up ? When do I hold you again ? When do I breathe something more than your dust ?