Life can feel still,
Time passing along, while stagnant in a moment.
One that grows to define us,
Your focus manifests your demons,
Renders them real, real enough to eat you,
To disassemble you, then assemble you into their mold.
Then you are truly lost, and recovery becomes a battle.
One that can be easily lost whilst this far.
Even then, I would rather deteriorate knowing I tried, a friend once said this to me and its meaning did…
