It amazes me everyday you remain alive. By defualt you should have stopped moving by now. Somehow still maintaining a minor amount of momentum, enough to vibrate in time and space just out of sync with us here... two steps ahead of our 3 and one step behind us all the way down... The bottom hits up you know? Your brain only calulates the speed it takes to see the end of this -of us- you forget to factor in the facts of fiction and how nothing stops, only rotates out of the light and back into nothing -Where it belongs- like us, to be forgotton, never mentioned again. Then again talk always was cheap. Actions speak in volumes. Then let us sleep and lie still, and make no sound at all ... Whats the point anyways? To move, to shiver in the sun? To feel like something important to anyone? To dream the worthless dream of being something that matters? They will come soon to kill you all in their wake and I'll be too dead to stop them. Asleep and dreaming of a better day, a better time and place -one where I matter anyway- ...It's too late...|
He's already inside.