Slipping. I am slipping down that slope, The slope of disrememberance. Slipping down the slope of unease, of places that I know I should know. Slipping down the slope of bliss, into a sea of madness. Always falling, my arms thrashing, my hands grabbing at the vines that aren't there. The slow decent into the abyss, I know that once entered, there is no turning back. I can see it now, the wild rush of heavy thick water, just below my eyes. My ears detect the faint sound of a voice, and another wave overtakes me. A new kind of blackness resides, deep within the caverns of me. Slipping down the slope of confusing madness. Just another poem that I wrote after realizing something.