It starts with your inability to remember things and twitchy hands. Then it moves onto mess with your lisp and your gait. Slowly it affects the lul of your heart and produces a sharp note that pierces through your layers. And finally it comes in the form of tears that wreck havoc within you at 2 am and your inability to breath because of all the tears that have pooled in the socket of your eye. Slowly; that's how the warm tears trickle down the sides of your face. And you don't even wipe them away because you know there are more to come. It's not a night's tale. Its a story that is recited everyday. //ndcb/
