The images and sounds from those days have stayed with me. Just pieces of moments so innocent and random... Yet they cling and hang to me as stubbornly as wet clothing... That's unable to dry and impossible to disrobe.
Absently she peers into a memory, with empty eyes and an eyebrow arched... Stubbornly lost in the same thoughts... That never went away.
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment of her mind.
Those hours turned into days, and those days became a year... And now I can only wonder... If you'd recognize the same girl, that you purposefully left here.
I'm losing control of everything around me, and only I am to blame. All I've ever known is changing, and I just want it to stay the same. I'm now slipping through the cracks, of a floor I thought was so strong. I'm holding on to everything around me, knowing it'll be gone before too … Continue reading Gone