picking up pieces of this fragmented life that i seemed to create for myself but no matter how hard one tries to glue and recreate there are still fractures reminders memories of the past that just dont seem to fit anymore and while I reflect on the faces that once made me smile the eyes are no longer clear the brows now furrowed and soft touches aren't felt will never be felt again this fragmented body this shell still holds a person inside but i'm building reinforcements of unbreakable steel

some things no longer matter to them but they still haunt me.. the sounds of strings and beautiful things and the scent of passion still lingers in my clothes while i hold on so tightly to the thought of being happy once more... senseless things being said back and forth and back and forth and i can't seem to keep my lips tightly sealed no matter how hard i fight! but yet...i seem to only be saying what i mean to myself but what good is that if nothing flows like the waves they crash and break but are still constantly going

as long as the moon is still glowing bright i will still be

a shell made of broken fragments but brightly colored and

still

but this all means
nothing to you
while i sing the songs of the past even though
the past
is the past
and the world
keeps going