All is what we wanted it to be . An absolute longing love is what all is . The three words that bounce away and tare at my tears belong upon those fortunate tounges of those of the joyous sort . Spoken in a summers day on the lake . Thats where those words belong . if i had to choose the words to say every time you would come near . My heart would get the better of me and say them . But you dont want to hear those now . your growing still . Still minipulating that mind of yours to think of new ways of growing . growing away from me . And this town . my sunrise peaks and the pen i shiver in my hand is no longer going to stay still . My tounge will forever bleach out the black heart and bring hope to the tatered . I am free . I am used to the breaking point of your non caring . I am away from you now . My face toward a norhtern peak . I sigh for the wounds and bruses i conducted while in your house i sat . I am away . Dieing away as m,y talent seeps to the coldness . I left my heart with you . But youve moved from yourself to another persons arms . I am rubble i am mesh broken down to grannet . Falls of human emotions down the window pains of taxi cabs of lonely hearts . You have insulated my soul to violence toward myself inwardly inside i breath , live and let be . I Am . 5/23/02