She used to sit so high in my head, up where her space is now filled. Now she has drifted so far down, to the point of no recognition. I remember the little girl who played house with me, who created millions of creatures in her head to add to our own little world. Now as i look at her i dont see that. I see a girl not knowing what she wants and getting caught up in life, in his life. Away from us all. Floating farther away, into different parts of the world we created day by day year by year. But i cant go to the parts she is drifting to because she made them alone.