Kalanchoe 2020b1 locked inside, today i look at memories. think about all those friends who might have been. beautiful women who smile at me, and don't even know my name. i look at novels i have not yet begun to write, dream of houses i have yet to build, meditate on songs i have not written, nor ever sung. is it time to regret my time is yet so limited, the things i wanted to do and have not?