| Losing control. Slipping. Slipping. Gone. It all fades away like a photograph of your childhood memories. Whether it’s real or just how you remember it will never be clear, to you or to anyone else who passes through that image that isn’t there anymore. Falling, sliding, spinning away into nothing. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Nauseous. Pain, receding only before crashing in again to blind you and rip you away from the tear stained images in your mind. Nothing left. It has all run away. Fled before the storm of nothingness that threatens to drown out all thoughts of living and leaves you empty and torn to pieces that no longer bleed but simply lie there waiting to be devoured by the memories of a past that never really existed in the first place. |