There is a spectrum of forgotten existence which every now and then walks up to my catacomb and knocks on the door. It reeks of the smell of when the world made sense... But I shudder to open the door when I hear the loud thudding. Somehow, experience alerts me to the travesty that lies in abeyance... A slippery slope that will lead to a hole beneath with no end; fashioned to end my so called 'existence' by drowning me in fond memories from my once beautiful life now being sucked out by the successive deaths of many a loved one...