The smell of a burning match. A life as hot as the fire. There is no rhyme. Thinking of times that will die with those who were there. How can you expain your pain, when everyone is hurting. You deal with it. You can live, or you can be a ***** and let it kill your spirit.

Freeze frames of cold nights. Counting steps. Making sure that you dont cross the wrong line. Unsanitary hand shakes. Addicted exchanges. Who would believe you? Silence is danger. Flashing lights with no music. Cold braclets on your wrist. Mommy cant save you. Tears drip onto the ground.

What is your name? You are still alive. Do you want to help yourself? Look at me.

A hand shake. A point in the right direction. Not always a smooth ride. Some detours. Stops for rest, and to figure out where to go. Thinking about where you have been. Think about those you left behind. Understanding that you have to continue to move forward, before you turn around.

Memories of that guy will never die for some. Burned into their exsistance, like that struck match.

The born and unborn. A story told. Sometimes with a different begining, and end. Friends, enimies, enimies and friends. People who know. People who knew. People who heard. Edited for your pleasure. Edited to soothe your pain.

The rolling hills that are still. Movements of your mind. Waves that have no hands. Beauty in closed eyes, with an open mind. Turning the page in a book with no pages. The after effects of a wind that couldnt be seen.

Calls in the middle of the night. Fear of a ringtone. Answer to get an answer. Heartache, or sexual pleasure? Wrong number? Maybe.

The importance of the unimportant. The end of the road can be seen at a distance. We cant slow it down. So we try to secure our place in the after life. Bending on hurting knees. Praying to the east,north,south,and west. Asking for forgiveness for things that we said **** it to. Can you hear me Lord? You know my heart. My mouth doesnt always speak for my heart. Can you hear me Lord?

Thank You

Woot. Great description.