Elevator Ride 1.6

There are certainly moments in one's life where you realize with startling clarity that the circumstances and decisions of every day are far more significant than you would like. You decide to skip a friend's invitation to coffee, perhaps avoid making plans for the next month, ignore the warnings of someone who loves you, or perhaps put down a book instead of picking it up. Easy to shrug off. Not a big deal. Nothing changes. There will always be another chance.

But the lies ring hollow. Your friend has drifted away, you missed your chance at what your really wanted to do, the girl loses hope in you ever caring enough to change for her, and the life-changing words lie unspoken between closed pages.

And so, you wake to reality. But you find you've slept a very long time. Your legs are so weak you cannot stand. And countless days and nights of dust and dew have fallen on you. The mixture hardening into bonds of such rigidity and strength that you lie embalmed in a debilitating concoction of lies, waste, and helplessness. And you seem powerless to slow your descent.

You know you should fight it. You know it doesn't have to be too late. But maybe it is. It really could be. Your feelings and your actions laugh in your face. Yes, they say, it's far too late. And really, if you can't trust your feelings and you can't trust your actions, then what is left?