Author: Shiloh


I am starting to slide.....
down, slowly...
but it is happening.
Bothers me
that I know it is happening
and I don't know how to change it.
It's like I'm in the middle of an intersection,
all the lights are red,
and I can't move,
but there is this huge wall of water/hell/whatever
coming toward me slowly,
step by step,
and I am unable to move out of the way.
Hate it when that happens.


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