That's All She Wrote

There's nothing, nothing sudden, nothing happens suddenly. It's like, it was always there in the back of your mind, growing inside your head who knows since when. Then,  suddenly  within matter of a few seconds, it takes place & you are not ready for it to happen just yet. However, it wasn't ironically sudden rather it was suppose to happen, you just had no idea "when"? The signs. They are everywhere, always in front of your eyes pacing back and forth, hypnotizing you into believing that they mean nothing. Sometimes, you pick some pieces of it, thinking for a while but they deny and you agree. However, once it gets inside your head it doesn't ever leave and is like a leech, sucking your happiness. It stays and thrives on your thoughts and starts growing like fungi. It starts to decay the things it surrounds, your brain. Slowly, decomposing your senses. Honestly, slowly; extremely slow. Until one day, when it takes the form of an elastic band around waterme...

It's kinda weird, I keep you in my mind with no intention to constantly think about you. Yet that's all what I do. I keep writing about you in the thought of letting the whole world know. Yet I keep writing, re-writing and tearing it out of the book and even hide it from you. I'm selfish when it comes to you, I'm protective about you. Yet I couldn't save you from you. For you, I could paint the whole world a shade of blue, engulf myself in the same shade as you. Yet, yet there's nothing that I could do. It's strange, I have almost a book about you. Living inside my head, yet no pages in my hands. Sometimes, it gets hard to even decide whether you were real or just a fragment of imagination growing inside. Yet, I live vicariously through the songs of you, the words you say and things you do. Some days, I just want to end up like you. Sometimes, I just want to turn into another you. Someone, I knew. You said, I'd forget about ...