Emergency Ticket.

I'm on thin ice and I know you've noticed it too.

So there's this momentary pause after every supposedly gratifying line you've said and yet you can't redeem yourself to confront such madness that's held within that pause I've made. For your lucid unnoticeable yet peeking eyes, afraid and lost. ...I am speaking in behalf of something I can't truly say... As much as I've tried to say what you think is completely wrong; it's correct to me. You are merely a figment of my imagination, collusive with something not embarking, because you hurt as I laugh. I break as you cry. I don't understand what grounds I'm trying appease but in truth; I am lost within myself and you. What am I to make of what you've given me and what you've taken away? You are not what you were, and surely you are my diminishing piece of art. A mold once beautiful without blemish what so ever, up until now. You have done away, vanishing before my eyes with intensifying color by the hot molten lava like sun. Abused and misused with beautiful pigments unforgettable to my eyes. Just a memoir will be kept for your behalf and mine.