,

we could all throw in the towel;

so very easily.

because all you need is one ounce of guilt free, sadness, unemotion: the ability to not care anymore.

something i need a word for.

something i will always have.

because when it comes to me, nothing ever completely vanishes like i wish'd it would.

everything is memories to me. everywhere i go, its like looking through a stained glass photograph.

and sometimes i wish i could look past them.

i don't know where that line ends, or that line begins.

but i need to cross over

into reality.

otherwise im gonna be living in the past for my entire life.