There was less than 5 minutes left.

   She didn’t wake this morning thinking that she had 5 minutes left and what the sudden impact of that moment would have on her.

   She awoke to gentle kisses from her husband as he gently whispered his lips against her eyelids and caressed her face like he was committing her to his memory. It had been their ritual for nearly 2 years now. He was off to save the world, the face of danger just another one in his day and she was there when he got home, to wipe away the horrors that he saw, day in day out. It was her face that helped him get through every day.

   It was only after a solitary breakfast and a sigh, with mundane, routine tasks running though her mind, being mentally checked off her To Do List that she found herself inside the bank just after lunch impatiently shuffling her feet in a line that took even more precious minutes from a life that always expected a tomorrow.

   ‘He doesn’t know!’
She shuffles forward slowly as she unconsciously strokes her flat belly.
‘But he will tonight. Tonight I get to show my total commitment to him by introducing our daughter’
She realizes that she hasn’t moved in line even though there is no longer no one in front of her anymore. For some reason they are all laying on the floor like they’ve turned to jelly and when she is seized roughly from behind she only just notices that she is the chosen one because she remained standing and it’s that defiance that will be punished.

   She is left standing, strapped inside a hideous contraption with a timer that is blinking at her silently, mocking her by quietly saying This Is The Time You Have Left

   And now there is less than 5 minutes left. All the bad men have gone, all except the one or two that bleed silently on the floor. The rest of the bank patrons have been moved out, single file, through the front door and through the floor to ceiling glass windows she can see the crowd gathered, staring at her, standing alone in the middle of the floor, studying her with pity in her eyes and she all of a sudden feels small and so terribly alone.

   Until the cavalry arrive. Overly padded men, moving slowly, encumbered by their protective suits and moving with unhurried movements toward her. She wants to shout at them to hurry but she can’t even move her lips. One breaks away to move slowly towards her until she can see his eyes behind the mask. They look at her with sorrow but they really say ‘I can free you. Feel the confidence in my power. I am here to save the day’

   He bends close to her body to work feverishly at her trappings all the while the timer is shouting You Have Even Less Time To Stay. She doesn’t know why she feels a connection to her savior but she gently lays her hand to his bowed head as if to say

‘I believe in you’

   He turns to the rest of team with a small shake of his head and they instinctively melt back outside the doors like mist on a cloudy day. She understands that all hope is gone and she prepares herself to say goodbye to her only hope and make him understand that she doesn’t blame him and she’s sorry that it will be a bad day for him but surely he also has someone he needs to go home to.

   He removes his helmet and looks down on the face of the only women he has ever loved with a passion that he has never known. He instinctively brushes a gentle hand across her stomach and spreads butterfly kisses across her eyelids and crushes her tightly into an embrace that will commit to his memory a body that was his for a such a short time.

   She didn’t go alone.

Time, what is it really.
How can we truly measure it.
A minute, could be a moment with you.
An hour, could be a lifetime missed.
The lines of time we weave are unreliable
Unattainable
UNFORGIVING.
One wrong step
And there is a wrinkle in that line
Forever
You can’t fix it
You can’t forget it
It will always be there
STARRING
At you
Yet a beautiful teeny tiny moment
The happiest you can remember
It will always be there too
Like a river streaming through you mind
Tinkling its joy to you
For always and never disappearing
But in a single second your time
Your wrinkled and beautiful line
Could
Be

G
O
N
E

What then?
What waits after?
Is there any SURE answer…
Or
ARE
You
Just
Nothing…
Maybe you will float in time
Expended there forever
Not moving
Yet not still
Life in itself is still very unanswered
And so is death
So all we have is an
UNKNOWN
Amount of flowing time
To pass it all by
What is done with this precious
TIME
Are decisions just made
By people like me and you
Wrong
And
RIGHT
But those are questions too
What is right?
And
What is wrong.
A single action
Could define a life
Make it
Or
Break it
It truly all is
TIMES decision…

There were always those nights where her mind went to war with her heart,the fight between what she knew ,what she felt and what she had to do .Sometimes the hardest descions are made under the moon .

inspire...
inspire..yourself to be who you are
inspire..others to speak out about what they believe
inspire..friends to make good desicions
inspire..your parents to except you for you
inspire..outsiders to show people who they are and force society to love them
inspire..artists to draw, paint, and sculpt both the good and the bad both the dark and the light
inspire..criticts to critisize because the truth hurts but helps others to improve
inspire..someone to smile
inspire..someone to laugh
inspire..someone to love
inspire..someone to live the life they want
inspire..purpose for everyone in the world
everyone needs inspiration even those who look as if they dont need it.

Give me a hit
Let me bathe in that gin
Got too much ****
laden too heavy with sin.

My *** is my crutch
Broken heart and broken soul
burden too much
now broken down not whole.

give me some poison
let me cure this disease
inside I got a demon
who just won't give me any ease.

something to numb the pain
stop this clawing deep inside
**** my heart **** my brain
my euthanasia satisfied.

I just wanna run and hide
From all the bad desicions
But the demons haven't died
So let's continue to blur vision.

Cause It won't go away
the demon's, here to stay
the pain isn't subtle,
so I'll shut up.
but hand me another bottle.

I can literally feel the sadness in my bones.
My heart ******* aches and I'm losing control.
This **** has been killing me so it's time to let go.
Sit back and listen because this story is mine,
Its utter madness but now you'll know why I never trust guys.
I don't think God is real, never have, never will.
They say he loves all his children but don't you see how he breaks them?
I'm not just some atheist because I know this for sure.
Not once has God answered, he's just sent the devil to my door.
You would think the devil isn't human,
But he's as real as me and you.
He doesn't have horns but his favorite colors are black and blue.
Monsters don't hide under beds,
They walk into your room and restrain you under covers.
He pulls back the blanket and I'm staring into the eyes of my own brother.
God smiles, not cries,
As the devil he created shoves the wrong
Definition of love between my thighs.
I can't even call him a fallen angel
Because he never even made it to heaven.
Although he probably felt like it while he ***** me when I was 11.
Naked and scared, I prayed to god but he wasn't there.
I asked God why he dammed me to hell
I never got an answer but maybe I'm the angel that fell.
God said **** it, so I did too.
Years later, Impulsive desicions made me look like a fool.
These demons play hard and knock me to the floor.
But every night I crawled back fiending for more.
I started locking my door because
His empty eyes were burning through my skin.
All "God" has taught me is good hearts never win.
He creates bad men because he's obsessed with sin.
He sends lost souls to my door because
I'm so empty and desperate I let them in.
God did teach me one lesson back when I was 11.
"Close your eyes and think of a song,
you have no reason to feel so wronged,
Stop fighting the devil, accept the ****.
When someone actually wants you,  learn to appreciate."
The words stuck in my head for 7 years
Now I've got a new demon who whispers in my ear.
Drink a bottle, pop a pill, smoke ****, make yourself bleed.
"As long as you have drugs it's all you'll ever need"
Day after day, fighting to get clean
But the devils always watching and never lets go
I've never met a fallen angel so mean and so cold.
We fear his grasp but no ones ever prayed for his soul.
Why not pray for the one who needs it the most?
Because God gives up on all lost souls.
He did it to me, everybody knows.
He'll put you in battle, you'll die for sure.
There's gun shots in my head, so gimme some pills to fight this war.
Make the pain numb, learn to **** like a *****.
It seems like an endless battle but that's what the drugs are for.
So my advice to you is to never open that door
It's not worth it, I'm sure.
So when you hear a knock, go hide in your room.
God only sends men to break and bruise.
It's all about power and dope,
A ****** ******* nose.
They only hit you where the marks don't show.
In 97' God stopped caring about others,
So if you open that door
you might be staring into the eyes of your own brother.

And take it from me,
You'll never recover.

We die everyday,
Slowly but surely we sink into oblivion
We are so many things at once
Yet all die eventually,
All die, and they are replaced by different things,
So that we become different,
To the point where we don't even remember
Where it all started,
Or where it will end.
We go toward what is unknown
The cold darkness that
Is a lack of consciousness
The inabililty to understand
The world around us any longer.

I am walking on a path,
The surface of it rubs against my feet like sand paper,
Water is all around me cavering the path and lapping at my feet,
Making it so cold that I almost can't feel them
Yet there is always some kind of awareness that says
I must have feet because I am walking.
I grasp onto a skinny smooth railing that floats above the path,
It is my only source of sanity,
And, in itself, could be considered a reality.
There's nothing to see
But the railing;
The angry white tips of tiny waves that crash
Over my feet and the edge of the path
They line the path,
I can see them until they disappear into the dark.

Fear is my only companion.
Another constant to join the white tipped waves and railing.
I have nothing here.
And yet it is all I know,
For what is a human's progression through life
But the following of a path that seems to have no end
And holding tight to the aspects of our lives that never seem to change?

There is no beginning or end in 'life'
And we have little understanding of how we pass through it,
We wish and hope and dream
But do we really know why?
Do we really understand our desicions?
Yet does it even matter to understand anything at all?

We all die
But we don't know why
We don't understand
Why the path never ends
We always yearn for more
But we don't understand what it is we yearn for
We walk on in isolation
Waiting for the end with infinite patience.

We all die
And there is no reason
No answer
To the why.

He says I should stop being kiddish...
What he doesn't know is
That I love this innocence of us

He says go for it ...
Either say or make him do it
N I m here waiting for exact time

He says u both r noob
Well he is right
Maybe that's what makes us stupid enough
to know each other

He says get mature
Take desicions
N I m just pondering
Not to get hurt

Decisiveness is a surefire way to know that I'm upset
If you ask me a question
And I don't linger
Prepare for a later moment where I yell, cry, or am completely silent
I am decisive out of necessity
I am decisive because taking my time is a luxury and I sink into like a bath
I wrap my hands around the bubbles, make myself a hat and ask you: "How do I look?"
If I'm decisive, it's because you've hurt me
And even though I want to take off the seriousness of my desicions like jeans at the end of the day
I risk losing my momentum
I risk losing your respect
Because you don't take me seriously when I'm indecisive
Because that's when I'm most like my myself