this is it, this is it.

and the friendships die here, in this

place.

where i find myself waiting for you.

with my emotions in a constant state of

flux.

but i don't know if it's my emotions or my mind

that's causing me to be so confused,

perhaps its some insane combination

of the two.

and i can't find the balance,

not even temporarily,

which is what will eventually kill us here-

in this place- where the friendships die.

turn over,

and rot, and turn into dust, because

they never

really mattered anyway. leaving us

perpetually

alone

i am alone.