We sit all to quietly inhaleing the stale smoke that lingers in the air . no words protrude from our unforgiveing lips. Silence is our only friend. But lonleyness is our only foe. we think of nothing at all We dream of nothing at all. We are nothing all. That is with out the meds the drugs the liquar the exsplict music . all this feeds our week and restless souls. We smile but its out of vain we laugh but it doesn’t hide the pain. somewhere out there my true love sits on a curb slowly geting stoned . not careing about anything and everything allready unaware of how bad he will shatter me