Dancing on the edge of a knife.

When the sun sets, what do you hear?

When the clouds part, what do you see?

When the love leaves, what do you feel?

When the feeling fades, what's left but an empty shell of who and what you used to be. Why do we voluntarily put ourselves through this pain over and over. Masochism, are we all into it now?

Walking the Long lonely road to nowhere.

Have you ever woken up and not known where you were? I get that alot...Baha!
The weird thing is that this last week has gone by as if im in a haze. Everything flies by me as though im not a part of it, im not involve.
I'm just watching everything else happen...im an observer.