It's been so long. So long that I can't remember how long it's been. My mind foggy with the sludge of time. Layers of dust and clouds and piles of dry leaves and weeds and cracked sidewalks with just the slightest glisten of the whites of my eyes peering out from underneath it all. I don't understand anything anymore, or how to string together these letters into words, then into sentences, then stories that become something worthy. Like everything else it just seems to be fading away. The ghosts are even gone and only their wispy shadows remain. A switch is flipped where the darkness is all I can find, despite the twinkly lights I keep hoping will guide me back. But I'm lost. Stuck under the rubble and nobody seems to notice that I'm suffocating.
