The willow tree to the sharp razor leaves, it seems the world spun on thin air. The life of knowing Shimmers against the tiny bit of speck we call thoughts. Painful regrets to the loneliest of nights can never dull the horrible pain that hangs over. laughing joy and shitty reunions with hanging thoughts of loud music. Ground breaking the way it speaks can never be heard, the burning day that seem to sink away can never be seen. why do I live in the world were hope is another mans dream. To forget were I stay may never change a person but may give them thought and through it I will find peace. I forever afraid to hear my darkness pains even in the day light it never hides away. So I stab it quick so it does fit in the darkness parts of my brain.