Descent

slowly, im being erased.


by people who used to matter to me.
trying this and trying that.





but what they dont realise is that i want to be erased.
and as im being erased,
i draw new lines.


new lines that will bring the best of me.


but somehow, im not erased quite properly.
and so, theres this faint vision of me.






OH WELL.

life is good.
with the exception of assignments.