"Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed, take notice, take interest, take me with you. But all our fears fall on deaf ears. Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light. And blinding our hearts with their shining lies, while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I'm dying to live." The sun has set. The window vacant. When I made this I thought it felt sad... now I see a tempest, appeased to the point of disintegration by a soul fading into the wind.... I've not lost someone. That implies they could be found again.... They're gone. *sigh* And worse, I could reach out my hand and almost touch her.... But before my fingers can brush her perfect skin, she's gone, into the arms of her lover. I suppose this is what should be... what -has- to be... We will all be happy in the end. I just hate endings.... "I guess its luck, but its the same hard luck you've been trying to tame. I guess its love, but its like you said; Love is like a role that we play".... I will forever be chasing ghosts. :) I've got to not let the real thing get away... "Just bend the pieces till they fit. But they weren't meant for this No they weren't meant for this..."