after time's hands have passed over our bodies softly we are left to photographic reminences left to remenice. year in the past sit pensive over days cold days over. after a few we stumble from the bar searching desperately for our car desperatey searching the other's eyes. hardly working to repair our severed ties heart failing to gag our minds. questioning hapiness where we are the hopeful happiness leaves you feeling empty. nights like this seem depressed and distant dreams the truth to death, just trying to resist the bottles which I cannot avoid motionless. pills fill my sin as the i fall down the stairs pressing my head to the floor gasping for air. if this is the life of which i've awaited desperately im desperately awaiting the end to arrive with failing arms and flailing hearts.