I watched a movie, I think of you towards the end...
It reminded me of questions you asked me...

As I look upon the scars
I have done...

I want to tell you so much,
but when I start to tell you something...

1...2...3...
I see these numbers...

Sitting here thinking of the day,
when all this pain and confusion...

How do you tell,
what's real and what's fantasy...

8-24-07
Late at night, on the way home from work...