there was something else to what i am now. i am missing. the old shadow was never to be found, eaten by the darkly hours that slowly ticks in my life. i almost succumb to the eternity of nothingness, had it not been for this miniature of me breathing the air of reality. i somewhat feel trapped within its bounds of innocence. i could never resist the tantalizing moments shared with it. an insurmountable amount of effort was constantly being wavered. too much of what is left of me was gone now.