Doctor Norman Holmes

 When you thought you had something, but it slips through your fingers. The lost cause, the forgotten memory, the flowers blooming in spring but set to die in August. You have nothing but labels of empty computer folder files, with not but a blip on your radar. And eventually when that blip fades away you are left chasing ghosts of the past, who might not have even existed in the first place. I remember you, KM, I remember you Miss K. I remember you, Mister. E. But what if you do not remember me?

 The winter leaves blew in the wind. Then they broke off the branches. These leaves should have fallen in the fall, but they hung on until they got frozen. Was there any point? Just to endure more suffering. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, just a fall from a tree. Rock a bye baby, on the treetop When the wind blows, the cradle will rock And when the leaves tumble and turn like they do You shall fall down along with the rest. But when you're falling and accelerating downwards according to gravity You decide to make gravity fall the other direction. So now we all fall upwards in space. What a strange place this is. So, I, Norman Holmes, decide to find out for myself How this mysterious baby's powers came about When we are all floating about In this space of space that is in doubt. Doubtfully, I wonder if this is true or some strange alternate reality like a dream? Will we wake up? What are the laws that govern this land? Is the baby okay? Did it fall? For when the bou...