what if

Why am I slowly dripping away, I, melting butter. Of all the things to do, this one lap in the writers' gym wears me out. Even before I start, I fade like dying memories. But maybe they'll resurface from the black tar? ( Not even water. Can't see ANYTHING)...

everyone's grown from a sapling, a minescule seed. Some grow to flourish, while others die in the sun. But that's not important; what my question is, is why can't we remember being toddlers? Yea, the guys down the hall figured that out in a lab. But really, from an emotional perspective...

I remember almost everyday of my life since 6th grade. Yet the fertalized sapling I used to be is another person. It's just depressing how the best time of your life gets washed away by the rage of life. Maybe if it would stop, we could actually catch it. What if the sun drank to much Red-Bull??? What if... what if............................