recently, there's been a lurking shadow at the edge of my vision. it whispers about the time passing, passing away, away into someone's memory to stay forever. it shifts and churns into abstract imagery that i will never understand. it's right underneath my neck. getting ready to slice it at any moment. it spies on me. like it's getting some... insight. or research about me. like i'm being put on the discovery channel for everyone to see, dammit. i can't even tell the same story to my little friend anymore. all i talk about is the.. figure. maybe i'm just tired. i haven't got much sleep. goodnight everyone.
