Passing lights leave when least expected to. Trailing beams that never go away. They haunt me, intoxicate me, abuse me until I break into small pieces. Sensations flowing in waves of perfect order and disorder. Each minute that crawls by captures a moment of recollection. Of days filled with cosmic satisfaction, love, hate, and everything in between. The uppers and downers of life flow with it. Like a drug, you hit me with different levels of oohs and ahhs. But you push me to the edge of my patience. Because drugs kill me with bluntness. Bluntness? Straight to my soul. Like love but not quite like it. Like lust but to a different degree. Like passion that captures nothing. Nothing? An empty space filled with everything unsaid. And undone. Love & Hate wage wars that take me to the edge of my sanity and insanity. Stand up, like a tired old man from a thousand battles. Worn out from the pain. But still could stand another thousand more. Each step burns my shadow away. Washed out by little soldiers of the pouring rain. In tides of hope that bring us back to where we started…passing lights. They leave when least expected to.
