The creek had dried up the park now an apartment complex,
are secret world now nothing but a ghost.
Some nights i forget just what this means,
some day it will all come back to me.
I never truly answered the questions you asked,
just made new paths to a place I fear we will never know.
Some times I think this is all a sick joke,
if it is I am sure it will hit me soon!
I've traced this all back to a point I cant remember,
a hole in the memories...
a break in my reality.
Static will fizzle till everything's the same,
until I don't even remember my face.
Great write.
Great write.