Something took a route within me. My daily routine was punctuated by this pain. It was a side effect. A side effect of dying. And I wanted to be like water. I want to slip through fingers. But hold up a ship. The splendid idea about falling apart silently... Is that you may start over as many times as you please. *A dedication to those that keep me going* (S.N 08-08-13-14-11-15)