(WRITTEN AT 3AM…… And it shows….)

December 3, 2006

If I close my eyes and see it does that mean I can almost feel it?

Does that make it that much more vivid, alive and clear?

Could it attach so quickly and become a very part of me?

And feel and breathe and know the way that life is and should continue to always be?

Would that mean that it could then become impassive and hostile and then control me and mold me into any mindless shape it pleases?

How dark could it become before I would realize the lights were dimmed?

And would He be there in the shadows awaiting my mistake to appear and to catch me in my own foolish, repetitive failure?

Where would the final scene take place?

How would I know before it was almost the end of time?

Would someone accost me and grab and shake me until the truth finally shot through me like a piercing, bleeding knife in my side?

Now there is an account; Getting a weapon to bleed before it even does damage just because of the severity of its dismal deed about to occur.

Or perhaps it was the closest thing to knowing how comparable is your pain…

Because it was there and in attendance of it all.

Who says these weapons or war can’t have feelings and emotions too?

They most certainly do until the moment in time hits and it all catches up to them and they really sit and realize that they don’t feel anything anymore….

Nor does it really matter anymore they say, They’re all doomed for hell now anyway.

But it is not true. You always have a choice.

You can choose to finally say: “Enough is enough! And I’m walking away.”

I’m heading South for the winter, but I’m never coming back!

Good luck keeping it all together without me, because I’ve run out of thread to hold you together and scotch tape won’t last long the way you’re using it.

Try glue.

I’ve done all I could do.

It’s over I’m through.

I should have known you were you.

Good luck to you, two.

Blue.