like stairs, it's up or down. i teeter on the middle, hand on the rail, one foot in the air. the stone steps are steep and they go high; my legs ache and i can't see the top. letting go, do i climb or do i go down?
mental decline is something of which is barely ever registered from an outside perspective, we watch people crumble to dust and we breathe in the ashes of their remains. we wonder : ' who knew they felt that way ? ' but we never ask or think to find out. in truth, the biggest flaw in the human species is the ability to see and to notice nothing at all