The thin line that exists right now would be gone tomorrow.I have known this for quite sometime,but these days slipping past towards the favorable lies i tell myself have created a gap in memory .I have been in an unknown paradox that itself nullifies the need to pick up after stray thoughts.Though stray thoughts are my one and only solace where i get to relive the glory that behold my life aka the small little things i loved about it...my solitude...my ability to endure solitude...etc etc .Yet I feel as if there's a crack on my day a split in my time.
