and so it falls...

sometimes, things that become weakened to such an extent, eventually crash and burn.
everything that once was golden and beautiful is cinders and dust now.
I suppose I should just steady up and figure out things, bit by bit.
but it's a crisis... I feel so sad and terrified.
I am now, officially, alone.
what kills me is less the event, than the words that passed.
words... only something that comes out... almost meaningless
and yet the gutting
a 6-day old fish ready for the gutter.

I'm sorry... that's just the way it is right now.
maybe things will get better...