time metabolizes and we are digested. turned into engery. then waste.

disjointed habits form the tapestry of life.

moments departed whsipering to us from their respective graves.

no words can tell. no. this is more than i can do.

need is a commodity. lives bought and sold with it.

trust is a currency i don't accept. try bribing me with something else.

it started out bad. got a little better. but not nearly enough.

in birth we are victims of circumstance. but everything after that. it gives us so many choices. too many i guess.