Slipping and fading.

Monday, October 11, 2021

I 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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