• Whatever it is that makes you laugh, please let it stay.
    I told it not to go away.
    It doesn't want to change, but it changes.
    It disappears.
    What was once what you loved, will be gone.
    It's what I'm afraid of.

    It's the uncontrollable part, the part that came from an unknown place.
    Was it just always there to begin with?
    Once it's gone, there is no way to regain it.
    I'm afraid to lose it.
    It's what makes you laugh.

    What was once so minor, now is so important.
    Now fear will swallow it whole.
    The constant thought of it is what is going to kill it.
    ...Thinking too much about it.
    It's because I'm afraid.