apocalynx

every time. the hallowed words. i gotta go. talk to you later. out. and it's like. it's like. it's like.......what was in the conversation, is suddenly gone into oblivion. the floors are moving. there are dancing shadows in my peripheral vision.
it's like the severing of a hand. reaching out, touching, talking, laughing. letters in a box. webcams that never work. one final handshake and the blade comes down. wait, whoa! hold up a second! i didn't even get the chance to tell you




that, uhh, i........






gotta get away from this screen. agh! my retinas!
heh
love, and peace