and the pieces come crashing down on me.

everything that comes so easily when i'm half awake or half asleep or half alive is turned to dust the moment my eyes are open. i know i'm going to dwell on these things until they kill me. i can't help but think that's not going to be too long from now.

i've done a great job of making sure that nothing has worked out the way it should have worked out so far. i just hope so much with my entire tired heart that i have more time.