I'd like to think that with all this time passing by that something better will come along. Something that takes up my time and leaves me with nothing to think about. There's no cure for this sickness, this disease. Roadblocks keep me held back in them wake of all this dust, blowing in the wind and waiting to be carried elsewhere. Is it a better place? Or somewhere worse? You'll never know. I'll never know.



Where do you rest tonight? The very thought races though my head as I lay alone tonight waiting for an answer that never comes. Where are you, who are you. I don't even know any more. There was once a time where I thought I knew, only to lose it again when I close my eyes. I'm lost, listening to your laughter as it echoes off these empty walls. Let it fade, don't resurrect it. Stop at the caution tape that binds this door closed, keeping my memories held in. "Do not enter" "stay out" listen closely to those warnings, you might learn something.