It all slips away eventually, it starts with a busy day... Before you know it, it's been weeks. The years erode memories, allowing us to forget, what we once held dear. That's one thing I'd change if I could, but even I succumb to times slow withdrawal. Losing so much that's precious to me by means of circumstance, things that don't even matter in the end, but seem so important in the moment, we willingly sacrifice the only thing that should matter.