Letters on the Ceiling

If you had to choose, would you? Or would you wait and ponder and forget that not everything stays still. Not everything can or will wait. Waiting it out seems to be the best route. Just a little while longer. Just to make sure. Can't be certain. Why bother? If there's doubt, maybe there's a reason. Maybe there was a reason for those letters. For each roughly drawn letter. Each meaning lying behind the lines. Between the lines. The ones that only appear months later. Only when you really start to question. To reconsider the meaning of truth and lies. To consider what's been lost. Three. Three that were never seen. Never noticed. Never discovered until it was too late. Will they be replaced, or will it be constantly lacking those extra three. Never satisfied. Never complete. It seems that replacements are in order. Only. Not for real use. Just to show that there can be new again. That is.. Until they fall and remain as they were. Sprawled across the floor.