When you start to doubt the very thing that’s gotten you to exactly where you are? When the haze starts to fade and the feeling starts to numb itself and leaves an empty shadow of what once was so certain and unwavering.
Do you even feel that?
If I lift your heart to my ear will all that resonates is the echo of what once was?
Hanging on by the tips of my nails I slowly but certainly feel it escaping my now delicate and desperate grasp.
Has it de-evolved or has it evolved?
It feels as if you are a figure in a distance picture. Even if I ran to you and touched the canvas I couldn’t touch you
I don’t place blame because I don’t know what is so deserving.
I’d give up forever to recover what has become forgone.
