April 2, 2020
You steal back toward yourself, reeling way back, too far. The substance is becoming sparse. You're losing your way. What you have in mind is not what you have at your hands. Look at your hands. They're dissolving. Look at your face, it's becoming unfamiliar. You were told. You ignored all the advice. Too arrogant. Fear cracked open a new path. You thought it was the right one, the necessary one. Your loss. All that was is now gone, but it never was in the first place. You believed too quickly. Reality found you out. Now you're finally finding it.