There comes a time where we feel the people around us are disappearing.
They cease to exist, not literally but it fees so.
Maybe it's just otherwise, that we somehow cease to exist in the eyes of others.
A day, two days.. a week, a month, a year.. a lifetime?
Oh well, it's just a phase in life.

If you think you've got something,
don't take it for granted thinking it will never go away, that you can never lose it.
It still can, it will if it has to,
and once it's gone it won't come back.


I keep thinking of you, you're on my mind.
For the fifty seven thousandth time this morning.
I keep seeing you in sheets of white.
I can't change anything.
Anything.