Here and gone

[drop_the_cliche]

Sometimes I look at my life.
And I realize how much it's changed.
Too close for comfort.
Those friends.
The ones with the knives.
Plastic facades, plastic smiles, plastic skin.
It's all gone now.

Things get better. Everyday is easier to breathe. Everyday...is easier to breathe.

I just want this sadness to go away. I need something new. A new drug, a new sex, a new love, a new experience.

Something.

I feel like I'm searching for something unknown.