Is there anyone out there? I'm lost to time, an infinite space, floating in the void. I work, but I'm only seen for what the people want. It matters, deep down, but I choose for it to not. Do you need me like I needed you? I'm alone now, but not for long, I'll be back. I suppose I am. I am not who I was. I will never be again. I'm still me, but not the me you knew and wanted. I'm different. I am the present. They were the past. I am who I am. And you are who you are. We are we, and I am me. You are you, but there is no us. You dont know me, and I don't know you. It's for the better. Too many things to be said and done. I've changed, and this is me. Sorry to disappoint, my beautiful masses, but I can't. Elaborating isn't needed. If you read this, you are aware. You should know, you, the reader. If you even got this, you know. --toby.
