"I can feel the pitch black creep like tar all around when I close my eyes, terrible senses never fail. I 'll open them to chaos and those feelings so contrived. Etched in my skin ar pieces to the puzzle. Life so tranquil with such a psychotic agenda. Sunsets with her and no deadly interruptions. Sunrises with him, the clouds that bear the sky and screaming to it...trying to make ends meet with the sadist named love." 

 sometimes...its all to easy to forget that the easiest way back to reality is to run about without shoes...
and remember the feeling of grass and earth hit the skin of your very own..bare feet.