I feel like a shadow at the end of my hallway. As the day slips away, the shadow grows into darkness, and it almost feels like a joke. Like one of those riddles — what grows as it shrinks? It’s me. The darkness is growing and I am becoming smaller, harder to see.
I am not a “blogger”.
I dont know how to use this space very well. Im just going to put things here. Im going to try and keep posting samples from the realationship that has resulted in so much confusion and pain. It is casting a rather large shadow.
I dont want to disapear.