And then it all gets sucked back in. It all gets thrown back into you and you have no idea how to catch it with your heart. You let all this love out and when you want that little cockerspaniel of your existence to run back home he just keeps on trotting along up a San Fran street with his leash dangling and flowing behind him as the sun sets. And it all gets sucked back in hard like you would see on a cartoon after a superhero got punched in the stomach by the powers of evil. It all gets sucked back in to where you can't find it anymore and then you sit and search around inside of you for what you once had and now it's either corrupt or totally gone and the feeling of a warm wet nose pressing against your palm just won't be felt again.