July 1, 2008
Everyone's life moves forward,
Seemingly to no end.
This is of course besides my own,
Which ceases to extend.
My life is at a stand-still.
It refuses to go back.
Moving between time and space,
I'm falling within the crack.
Now forever trapped in the void,
Of what has and is to come.
I see nothing surrounding me,
Nothing beneath my bum.
I begin to fold into myself,
Sucking up what is left.
Never to leave a remnant,
Not even a regret.

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