the years seem to drag by at first. 

we seem to travel in a warp that intends on our day's lasting eternitys

that trickel of life runs into a stream, everything starts to speed up and everyone is living, breathing, THRIVING.

and it is in this stream that i was caught in in my last year. Knee deep in life's waters. i was living

however,

times change. i still put on that same old skin and plaster the same croocked smile to my cheeks and show the world I am stronger than I feel

my gates are rusty and my door creaks but it still looks pleasant from the outside looking in

because they do not have to live with the stains on the floor and the holes in the rafters

and they do not have to wake up every morning and see this man faltering behind the weight of his mask.