sitting down in the middle of a cold wind storm cant seem to let life take care of itself running in thin air just to keep from going crazy cant look away at the sunny skies now. too much of people saying things should be different everyday seems like a big whirl wind of mass confusion my every breath is like a stab in my very heart too much of this running around trying to fix it. watching life pass by through a television screen wont seem to step in and save the day screaming at the walls just to keep from being forgotten wont seem to blink at the shiny light now. i wish that i would have made this clearer everybody would call me crazy for returning i made her so happy when i came home what do i chose? where do i turn? when do i breathe?