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Point-ilism

Stamped: 11/08/2010 11:58:00 PM

At what point did I begin to lose myself?

Was it a solitary moment, a specific event? Or a culmination of smaller events?

At what point did I become part of a "we"?

How did our souls become so convoluted together?

At what point did I let you in, so deep into my soul?

I was sure I was secure in every defense; how did you get in so easily?

At what point did I realize I couldn't live without you?

How soon after that point were you gone?

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