awake.

as in, not asleep. 326am.

running, slipping, falling, she's drifting.
and relatively unaware... so consumed.
they just stand there. silently watching.
but poking and prodding in the back of their heads.
will she would she, come back? come back.
reality ignored. what a simple statement.
but now friends, it's only more true from here.
is it it all too late to end