". . . what have I become, my sweetest friend
everyone I know goes away in the end . . .
I will let you down, I will make you hurt,
if I could start again, a million miles away
I would keep myself, I would find a way . . . "
- T. Reznor

I can't seem to pinpoint the way that windows break,
the things that occur to stop me from going that little bit further.
Everything seems to be surreal and play on like a movie
that I both watch and become somehow a part of. I don't know where I should be,
who I should be with or what path I have been walking down.
All I know is that everything is so grey...
It's just so amazing how one thing stops, for no reason,
and you realize how it had somehow become a form of gravity to you.
I have been trying hard not to think, to let things float around as they will,
but not to peer into them, to keep my mind on a kind of plateu,
because something in me is quite aware that if I were to walk through the valley,
I might not remember the way to come back...