Constant back-trace                                  4/18/2012   4:55AM The deep came up again in an over wheeling drought. How can I still drown? I am still these memories…that everyone’s just a pass by from this cold winter. Stringing this old place of suffering I don’t forget the beauty of another. As I am with but never of the soft and timeless. This cloud this darkness this disease of tears circles me and I… for nothing cares of who and where I’ve been. No stone no empty from full can break me for I know pain of the heart. In my love I’ll follow whom loves me…ever…loves me…for that forever in bond and in trust. “How fair away are you? Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know this pain that you never wanted in return? You don’t know how much I need you…” From these words of a broken mistreated man of a world that steps along a white lie. “How could you do this? Don’t you remember how important someone is? Yet you chose the wrong thing…one day…your karma will not be happy with you.” Being broken is not fit to this plan of gesture. How can a soul live to die again in pain that the flashback found you. Do you wish to site in through this shallow and haunting grave? I ask you my own. Realm to real this sad song needs a star of wonder. “I see said you.” You understand me? I am your open I am your wrath I am your inner.