Clouds grey telling me the future and the past.me wondering how long this future can last.
               keeping in mind that                
It all comes back around, something similar to like a merry-go-round. with the price of different people different acts including different facts... It's either better or beyond worse, sad to say but theirs some life who can't overcome the curse ££¥

Some are fortunate hitting the lotto, others are caught trying to steal an auto. I don't know but it all seems a little crazy causing me to sit back and roll up a stick that's hazy *.

midnight skies never tell lies, the moon is my light at the end of the tunnel until my demise; never questioning why my eyes are drawn to this dark sunrise...

When you say I <3 you I wonder if it's spelled  L O V E or L U V in your mind.

We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore

I'm lost like a little child when they lose their mother at the store screaming and yelling but someones helpful hand I do not recall; people just watch me run and laugh as I fall..
Where do I go from here?, I stand back up brushing off the negativity dust wishing someone can witness my stregnths and realize that I'm not ready to rust. Because in the eyes of the other beholder im sure they see misery nd distress, I try to hide it with a smile to block out the stress; but the dark circle under my eyes let's people know how i really feel inside..
sounding like a depressed mess ready to cut open my chest, I am. Just not with a knife but with my finger tips as I write; just need the sun to shine a little more bright. I fight and I fight to make things right, with me myself nd I to visualize a better site.
where do I go from here?
god bless the ones who have true friends that will ride or die to the end, and god bless the ones who don't because either way we won't; quit on ourselves or life the war was giving to us/me to ignite the fire that's within our soul to overcome anything that blocks the path so I been told.    
where do I go from here? oh now I know, just walk around with eyes wide open not slightly closed.