investments

[billybot]

i'm going to be moving on. everything seems to be like a hallow dream.

i suppose i invest too much thought into things. but, old habits die hard.

and now, while it's quiet and shadows dance across my wall my stomach has finally hit the bottom.

my eyes are sore with every smile, my legs grow tired with every step, and my ears ring with the left overs of friendships.

i'll tell you one thing...my heart is still here.

but, i ask you, where the hell am i? what happened and when did this occur?

i'm not there.