I'm rolling down a hill and I cannot stop.
My brain is moving at such a slow pace.
"I can't believe this is happening," I say aloud,
but "I saw this coming a mile away," I think.
I knew it would happen. I know it all along.
Why did I do it? It just felt right.
Why did it feel right? Thats just life.
Then I hit the bottom of the hill,
now this feels right.
being on bottom; being nothing.
Where can I go now?
It doesn't matter.
I'll just mess up.
I miss how it was so so long ago.
When all I had to do was smile.
But I'm neering the end now;
going back up the hill.
Just wait till i get over it,
then it will all make sence.