these things always come in the dead of night, especially when a sad song plays on the system. you just end up getting swallowed into a void which you can find no escape from. this is my form of escape.
these things always come after you've had a company, a host of friends and when they leave, all that you're left with is a void of what was once a happy occassion before. the room becomes deadly silent and all becomes still. this is my form of holding on to what just passed.
but the realities cannot be altered that easily. after the friends leave and you clean up all the remnants of their former presence, you're returned back to what you had before all that - nothing.
the feelings will come and they will go, and all that stands in between is but a fleeting moment of temporal isolation.
and now and then, this suspension for us.
