My thoughts slide down toward death like a slippery slope these days.
Luckily there is someone to shine a distracting light
Old friends, not kept, evolve quickly into a new species, like cats and dogs
Incompatability
Something good will come of everything,
its just that something bad will happen after that too
what is the key to life, is to remember that no matter what, is that your suffering has an end, a smile and a laugh are glowing behind the dark complex walls we drift through
distill the bad times of the past to pure fact and no emotion
and exaggerate something happy into a glorious ideal brimming with good.
then you are armed