What happens when you simplty skim through or gloss over the seemingly unimportant thimgs when you should in actual fact be perusing through them to expose of turn up a hazardous danger?

What happens when memries which were the essencse, the very definition of your happiness somehow slips further and further away from you and suddenly become so obfuscated and vague that you can no longer find even the most menial pleasure from them?

What happens when moments of elation become obligatory and bring you nothing but trepidation , poignancy and dysphoria?

What happens when after such a long time, you finally realise the utter lack of hope you face, the oblivion which stares you in the face, daring you to be happy?

What happens? I really wish i knew. Wish i knew why memories fade, why happiness turns to sorrow, why you keep biting the dust. Perpetually falling down..and not being able to regain your footing...