It's a strange feeling to be standing in a place where everything that was once taller than you is flattening out, and you can see over the top. It makes my heart drop a little further into the cushion of my stomach.

Since when does everything look so real?

Where are my homely illusions? There's nothing familliar left to grasp... it's all sliding through my fingers... leaving only a sticky residue.

I want to hold on to you. But I just can't reach.

The best I can do for myself (and you) is walk around and pretend I know what I'm doing. Pretend that I know what I'm feeling.

Where is my fantasy? I have struggled to get to this place... and I cannot find it here. Only a lifeless and barren field of nothingness.

And in the process I have left you so far behind... I forgot to grab hold of your hand as I sped off, and now I am feeling the repercussions. The dust in your face, you are spitting it at me and it burns.

If only you were here to feel this with me, it would at least be a bit more bearable.

I just want to look at you like I used to, and know that everything is going to be
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