Becoming Moronic Fiends

Moments began to run into one another and we didn’t even notice. It was happening so naturally that when something bad came along it seemed to threaten our entire existence. We pleaded with a temporary god to save us from ourselves. We begged for indifference because we feared that things would change. There was a make-believe notion that we could save whatever we held onto, so we’d cling to one another slowly dissolving into the world and into ourselves and even into each other… there we would stay, not for long, but long enough for us to realize our world was changing. We'd become these moronic fiends for the way things once use to be, but it would never get back all the way. Moments began running away from us and we thought we had been the ones running. It wasn't until we stopped and looked around that we realized we hadn't gone anywhere, we were wasting away in our own created nightmare.