Sooooooooooooooooo>

One palm to unite the realms of life and death...
holding on for one chance at life
hold on till it bleeds,
till there's a second ch@nce
hold on to the sleep of the fugitive state of mind.
why did it matter to you what has been done ?
why did it create so much stress at the thought of death?

you fly like there is no tomorrow, no present, no future ... living today to speculate the past,
speculate the past to relieve tomorrow.
nothing can be done to undo what space and time created in such little time...
Why you? why me? why did we met? cause all that needs to be known is whats the inhale that makes the exhale a better place to live to think to play the game of life.