The world sleeps, I'm awake and reflecting. Everything I miss is just stuff I'll never have again. Or that's how it feels. It's all just stuff, the tents Kate plans on using with her new boyfriend, I once paid for, I once dreamt about, I once had a happy meaningfull relationship. I once had Kate excited about spending time together, I once had a beautifull life. Now I'm just a beautifull person with an ugly life. Or thats how it feels. It's only after we've lost everything are we free to do anything...I feel I've lost so much I can't do anything. I won't run from myself any longer....so I must be painted in the corner of a no good life. It's all just stuff. Locked in my head with no escape, just rememberance. My own shrine of who I was to somebody special. So special I set her free but she's always locked in my heart. I hold my head in my hands and just breathe, It's all I can stand. It's all I can do to reasure myself that I'm not easy to forget, just not easy to forgive. It's all just stuff. It's my life, good to the last drop. It's my life and it's ending one minute at a time. It's my heart calling out to an empty void, a puzzle piece to a missing persons report. I'm who I used to be, acting out, speaking out of turn and getting out of line. Locking all my doors, yet holding all my keys. Chaotic and heartbreaking, but painstakingly necessary. It's all just stuff...Or that's how it feels.