חלומות.

Sometimes it's just there, lying on the bedroom floor, looking at you murdererously. There wasn't even a goodbye, it's just left my conscious for a while. Or forever. No, it's not like I've forgotten about it, just neglected it. Left it for others to find, to cherish. To keep their stomach cramped.

Wish I had some humor. It probably died inside of me long ago, and I didn't even take note of the event.