so what happens when you lose something you were so terrified of losing? what happens when the constant dreams of that one person stop occurring? so what if your phobic fears come alive and the world turns into burning ashes, what happens then?
is it fear that controls you, or is fear just an illusion?

it saddens me to think that people who used to be so close to each other, eventually drift apart. that coffee eventually gets cold and cigarettes come to an end and so do our lives.