nothing, as usual

in college i'll make up stories and hear pieces of the truth and how they decay and i'm left wanting to listen to my imagination, afraid to check up and afraid to let them fade away but who they are is not who they will be and there's no way i can change that so i might as well let go now. distance does a lot, and i wonder if it was worth it to get emotionally attached to a sinking ship just because i thought i could somehow make it float.