My lips are the gun. My smile is the trigger. My kiss is the bullet. Just label me a killer.

The storm of uncertainty clouds the mind
Making thoughts unclear, blurry...
Your conception of right and wrong, obscured...
Ways of which you've learned, forgotten
A face that should be familiar has become a stranger
The deafening sound of silence has driven you to the edge
You wonder when you will fall...
Or will someone come to your rescue, to rescue you from falling...

Sometimes you find the missing pieces, other times you find new pieces to replace the old ones...

Ever have that moment where a thought crosses your mind?
Just like any other random thought?
But this thought, causes you to stop in mid stride.
Makes words stop flowing from your mouth when in conversation.
The thought makes your face immobile.
No expression upon it...
Or emotion appearing within the eyes.
Almost like a mask, portraying a veil that covers what you wish not to be seen.
Everyone has those moments...
Sometimes when you're alone, or when you're around others.
That thought reveals a moment from the past that found its way into the present.