all they do is take away. they come one by one and sometimes in droves. they come smiling and sometimes they come with knives. it’s all the same, they come, they wait, and they take away. they take so much away that sometimes you think you’ve got nothing left. but you’d be surprised, you’re a well spring and they keep coming back for more. and you give it to them, you know better, you’re no fool, but this is the way its supposed to be, this is your role. you’re both the chaff and the wheat, the desire and the regret. they come and take away like it didn’t matter at all, like there was no end in sight and you were just a speed bump.