listen to the music, make your life into a movie. thats how it almost feels. moonlight sonata genty playing in the background, the world spins. slowly, but surely. head pains wont subside, and the dramas of life persist. unknowning of a tomorrow, wishing for another yesterday. wanting today to cease... yet to continue for eternity. one event preparing us for the next, failure lead to experience. the high notes, knives pertruding into my mass of gray matter. the low, into my heart of stone. one by one, day by day, week by week, year by year. when this game, the one of life, has concluded, what will we have to show? a trophy, unerasable scars? decades of pain that last infamous? who will visit me, one last time. to say farewell? true friends. a person in dire need, would you tarry your life to aid a stranger? yet recieving no gratitude. one by one, day by day, week by week, year by year. the minutes pass. the hours stumble. the broken clock on the wall, remains as an afterthought, a memory. of what was. and never will be. gazing into a mirror, a solitary drop of water decants into lifetimes of nothing. of everything. the flame flickers. she dances with the gentle breeze of the wind. the darkness illuminated with its benign flutter. the universe revolves around this light. as do we. the amore of tonight. of forevers. one by one. day by day. week by week. year by year. and i vere off into your eyes, a purest of color. the blue of sky, the green of grass, the black of ebony. and with the tantamount of that same beautiful flame, it becomes extinguished. and for one, there is not light. and for one day, there is no contentment. and for one week, there is mourning. and after one year, there are no more beginnings.

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