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The mind is so mulit-dimensional,I don't know if I will ever begin to comprehend it's workings,
I'm not searching for the meaning of life,
I'm searching for what life means to me;
So far I have found that family and friends
are a big part of the answer;
but by no means
am I done with my analysis.




She smokes like there's no tomorrow; she says it makes her feel alive.
She drinks her wine like water, because she feels dry inside. She drives her car like a bullet; because she says that time is slipping away. She never thinks about her future; its a million miles away. The days get shorter, the nights get cold. I like autumn but this place is getting old. I pack up my belongings and head for the coast. It might not be alot, but I feel like I'm making the most.


Tears dry,
Wounds heal,
But scars will
always remain.