theres so much that it seems so little. theres so much inside but very little outside. the outweighing reflection of the outside overshadows the inside and leaves me alone in a puzzle more complexed than it has ever been. so i sit and try to visualise it in a broader meaning, but i fail and start thinking of that warm lunch gathering at the cabin where they used to run and play.
the presence of passion is so intense but their memory evokes instant pain and quickly reminds of that last bite i took before i collapsed to the ground.
after it is complete nothingness, its like my life has stopped there.i cant recall anything nor can anybody tell me where they took them.I soar.