more and more pieces fall from my walls and as they disappear from sight, it's as if this isn't my home. with each article leaving my grasp, i can only imagine what else to do with them. where they'll end up, past or ahead, re-arranging things in different positions. attempt after attempt i try to prepare myself for the worst, and most of the time i'll reach it. i'll be there soon enough wondering whatever happened to the days when i didn't have to think about it.

i'll reach that day. soon enough.