now. i. shouldn't. be. here.

and there are only broken question marks left seen among the lines. the lines themselves are disappearing. no straight lines or lanes that would give direction to the thoughts. everything evporates, disappears. everything flies into the air like the invisible hand lifting the high jump rod and thus..i'm falling deep. who's gonna fall down with me? does it matter at all? i don't really want anybody to fall with me. sometimes i just want to see their faces while i'm falling. sometimes i just want to know that....