You’d wonder what such white walls would do day in and day out. They only leave me in this bed to think these thoughts until they’re tired out, and I’m tired of thinking too hard about the things that confuse me. It’s too destructive of a thing to leave me alone with my thoughts for all too long, to leave me alone sedated with my thoughts flowing against the back of my eye lids. They went something like this, along the lines you left your card and I tried so hard to listen to what you said, you just held my hand ....and this is where all the thoughts eroded and began to fall in. I can’t stand it, because I just think back to a thanksgiving day- back one year ago- back to my car- back to the back seat , so remember that? My memories so jaded, maybe I’m so heavily sedated I’m thinking best friends means friends forever, and rings mean things that go on never end. If I could I’d take all my jumbled thoughts and straighten them out so I could possibly put some reason to anything I’m thinking.... I’d try and explain what I meant to say when I said the wrong thing.