fading fast.

three hundred people are reading a story i don't know the ending too.

i don't even know if i understand who i'm writing about.

maybe, just maybe, i imagine the weirdest things,

just to make myself believe that everything is great.

or maybe, i don't imagine anything at all,

and everything really is great.

but i know that isn't true,

because i know some truths about this story,

and at this point,

the ending doesn't look to be too happy.

i can't be held up to expectations i'm not aware of,

in the same way i can't hold anyone up to expectations they are not aware of.

i can't decide what they can't decide,

nor can anyone else decide what i cannot.

is anything certain in my thoughts?

completely certain -

without a hint of doubt.

well, one thing i know of,

but it could be fading fast.

things seem to be doing that a lot lately.

fading fast,

as time slows.

funny.