11/1/2010

You're just sort of like are there. and then suddenly here. But never are you really all there. anymore. It sorta slips. and you can feel it slipping. Your looking around at everyone and they look so young, And you can feel it now. The slipping. The dark hole that's always pulling you. But you just can not feel it move you all the way yet. It just slips away slowly, reminding you every so often at first. You feel pulled, further and further. It doesn't change, but surrounds you with the hole. It tells you ever so sweetly of its self. If it didn't you wouldn't care. But it always tells you.

I loath that day it doesn't anymore.