I’ve been here before. I’m sure I have. But I just do not remember when and how it happened. I can’t seem to find the holes where these seams are dangling from. Every thing is vague and unclear; a blurry image of what we once had. Or… did we really have it? The more I think of it, the more unsure I get. The more I reach a realization, the more it slips away. But how do I hold on to these? I’m weak to clench it tightly, yet I do not want to let it go. I’m too afraid to hold it dear for it might just burst into a fine china, escaping my grip swiftly. But this is a close cull. One move, and it might just lead into another mishap. How do I hold it? Do I hold it gently or tightly? I do not know what to do this time. Because with either touch, you’re still drifting away.