Here we go again, all i need as a witness is my pen. my head is at it again, who reads this? I just dont really know my friend. Could be me, should be she, neither here nor there its just a matter of probability. My mind is racing I cannot sleep....words and letters keep me from dreaming too deep. My lips mutter, mumble and sputter....these words. All i can think of is SHE what the fuck could it realllly be?????? I lay in bed thinking of all this shit that i dread......wishing these words letters, birds of a feather weren't in my head....but they are and by far leaving a mark which will turn into a scar. Scars, like the stars that come back every other night to remind you who & where you are....life....is a dream...the clouds pollution but sometimes a simple solution.....they help you hide. Get on that bike bitch and just ride. Come inside, a natural high.....take a wiff, a pull & let it go with a sigh. Think i'll go give it another try...close my eyes.