Imagine sitting there. Just there In a place where nothing but you moves. Everything is flying each and everyday. The minute you once lived is gone captured by time and that deep breath. I came to the typical conclusion, people and the things that once ment so much to me, slipped from the wall of careness and now are gone. Slowly moving on with what i've not yet brought my self to believe is real. I'm dust in a whole. I'm a memory washed by time. Everyday it hurts a little less. Everyday i forget a little more. Everyday time passes by, and you change.