Slipping and fading.
Monday, October 11, 2021I can slip in and out at times.
Staring at myself from the exterior as if pausing a film and examining a frame.
I am turning into echoes of who I was.
Watching them fade into ribbons of light, scattered in the air.
Let me breathe…
As the world passes through me and time starts to slip by…
everything is slipping…
I think you’re slipping away.
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