I'm sorry, but sometimes a person is too scared to live in the moment. What if the person's mind is so dark and so accustom to tormenting the person it belongs to? What if every step that person takes, someone else is there to critisize? Sure, we don't have to listen, but it's tempting to hear the cries of society.

I tried to capture the moment. All I got out of it was regret, an unwashable dirty, a guilt-trip. I want to go back and erase it all. It'll be like a scream. A scream that rings in your ears days and months after the day it resounded the earth.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my, so true. We may never pass this way, again.

Wow..this means a lot to me right now...great write =]