no eyes...lately my life has been resembling a book with the pages randomly torn out.  i go from one chapter to the next not knowing how i got there, how to get back, and what for? as the story goes, the lonely frontier stretches out and shadows my entire existence. one page i wake up and life is building beautiful mountains for me to internalize..the next page my love is gone..one page i know myself with friends..the next page rattlesnakes..one page i see the path so clearly laid out for me to enter..the next page their is everyone everything everywhere in the way...i don't know how it got to this..the panic..where did the pages with the answers go? when did someone elses soul fit your puzzle heart better than mine?..somehow i lost the ink writing my story and ended up a pawn in my own game. the curse i thought had lifted ended up being life and now the jokes on me...ha ha ha fucking ha..it hurts to smile anymore............................................................................................................................................love wherever you are, please save the day before it's to late..because i'm starting to fall for the hate.