Uncertainty fills the air And suddenly I'm not so sure. Nostalgia begins to decay But why? Heavy, heavier... I inhale and sigh with, what, exasperation? Creation? These are all mere distractions To prevent myself from colliding With myself, With how I feel. Emotional trauma, Part I - Coming soon to a childhood near you! We laugh it off But it does not leave us. Nothing can leave us As easily as you walked away That night. I will not forget what I saw. Engraved in my brain Causing me to crumble Tumble, tumble... **Crash.