
i want to be
like you.
when something you dread, springs up on you when you least expect it,
it is like being rammed; run down by a car and having your dry remains infested with the creepy crawlies. then, the slow realisation that all the hope you have desperately held on to is slipping away - like water meandering its way through the crevices - and there is nothing you can do about it. yet you still stood there, gripping.
you dont say,
it is the same thing, repeated.
nothing has changed. only time has warped.