• Memories fade.
    That's a lie.
    Memories burn on.
    Tearing through the fabric of your mind.
    You lose now.
    Now is nothing.
    Then was wonderful.
    The future is hopeless.
    Then, was beautiful.
    That,
    is also a lie.
    Then, was the same as now.
    The same nothing.
    The seeming endlessness.
    And yet,
    then still seems better.
    Then, will never be again.
    Then is over.
    Now is here.
    You feel nothing.
    There is nothing.
    Nothing is now.
    Somehow,
    you still manage
    to hope.
    Hope.
    Hope for the future.
    Hope for something.
    But now,
    is now.
    Not the future.
    Now, there is nothing.