tarnish andrea a realization gone sour i finally understand how it is to be nerves numbed by cold fact and harsh abandonment i forfeit it all just to know why the past colors my thoughts red i cry tears of rage my concentration quivers and quakes so does my hand until it is seized my an enlightened one who professes to know the true path to the part of the forest where the tree sing and the birds dance instead i find myself aside a brown creek edged with mossy rocks the flashbacks keep me paralyzed how can the past linger for so long? 991220 ... skeezix The birds set the rhythm The trees dance when heads turn My thoughts swirl and drowned in the cacophony of the leaves harassed by the breeze transforming conversation to gossip. 000821 what's it to you? who go blather from