It's time. Time to move on, time to forget and time to face reality. The truth behind the matter hurts, but I'm glad I can finally tell myself the truth. This sadness that courses through my body does not need this lie to fuel its infection of my being. All again, everything feels like nothing and I'm afraid that I am so aware that I'm losing focus, similar to when you hold an object so close to your eyes that it appears hazy.

Some may know the truth behind my words, but I doubt it and it matters not.