I understand why time began to fall apart in my hands.
Not only did I lose the bits and pieces of the reality I held but I lost myself in the mix.
Separated myself from everything.
Left everyone behind.
To start a new beginning,
and lead a new life.
Not only was I pushing everyone away,
but everything as well.
My family began to mean nothing,
and the friends I had held so dearly lost meaning too.
My life had lost meaning,
my lost soul,
stuck inside a fish bowl,
no depiction of time,
no sign of life,
just a hollow shell.
Revolving around my own personal hell.

Michael Rucker: February 22nd 2016: 10:21pm