this is now no going down to where we started to no end and the emptiness inside us all will mend yeah, we're not all alone just haven't found what we're looking for not searching hard enough just expecting it to end up in front of our doors ending the winding rodes that in the long run lead us home and here we are quietly talking to ourselves whispering our pain because we think no one else will listen without a 50$ dollar bill and then compassion seems jaded when you have to go to school to learn how to listen and love... and not be attached i feel my throat close and feeling i'm falling all alone I'm breathing in and it's so dense upon my lungs and i just want to be loved just to ignore the aftershock of being born i hate the things i've seen but i don't know where else this will lead.......