CS2

in the end, it was that which i live with everyday that dragged me behind. the false familiarity, the sweet odour, the texture and rhythm. you who had me hooked since young, you who befriended me in times when people left.

and now, yet again, it is you, who made a difference. rearing your ugly side now. how many more can i take? how many more must i take?

will i survive another triple blow?

taking it on the chin is only a test of character if the blow isn't crippling. not yet, not yet.

how ironic. even at the slipping away, in escape, i must face you...feel you...