monumental decay.

[adulterations]

There are many things that have fallen ill to me.
Things whose substance seems so superfluous now.
Colloquial chatter just drones on and on now.
What's wrong with people? What's wrong with her?

Notion as to when this occurred, I lack.
lingering ideal is diminished.

I want to:
- Consider alternatives for several things, people, places.
- Write superficial tales of some neurosis-driven adolescent again.
- Inhale the scent of summer's first dawn.