We walk watching with our unseeing eyes wandering souls seek attention and plead for forgiveness. We feel with cold fingers the brush of others trying to pull us away and hear the silent screams of those who can't be saved. We are the people that strive to be so good, so great but we can't escape our fate. We will fail with out another to guide our way, a humbler, dumber, better person, the ones that brush our cold lifeless skin and don't shrink away.
July 29, 2010