(now)

yesterdays are lost, visions of those burried under the dirt the mind hides as it pretends it does not hurt. embedded into a code of remembrance burnt across the sight of dreams haunting on1 because they were cut off well before the needed to end. finalizing the present as it slips into the past, further and further as its harder than ever to recollect the faces misplaced in a window time allowed once upon a time. with its own terms pressed against your lips as you taste the emptiness over take everything good. loved ones raised and lowered. left in ruins. cringes of loss taunting and teaching you of how it would love to break you so far down. six feet if able. tomorrows are not expected, though we live for another day to love once again. cries of self pity. untamed and outspoken, screaming aloud of life's capabilities in disbelief. fair has no say so in this game of endless defeat awaiting it's time to claim it's prize in all of us left breathing it's precious air. no regrets other than wanting more time to make things right before those we embraced once upon a time knows how much they were loved. and still it could never be enough. today's place in time is all we ever have to hold and feel til it just was everything we have ever wanted. slipping from forced hands made to let go. one will never be the same after all has gone to hell. feeling desperate and fragile so far from love in a moment of confusion of how one will go on without bending to far as to letting it break you. unable to feel the arms of someone special wrapping in love like they were here forever as this world provides you with evidence why life is to short. reasons unspoken by ones end calling in their own time of being released of their very own existence. with out a goodbye ninety percent of the time. and as we parish as individuals. life pursues on like we never mattered at all. turning the long night s of loneliness into days of someone one wish they had back. and days fade back into night just to make curtain we all know we are nothing more than ash blowing in the wind. from where we came from years ago to now. we are all still the same flesh and bone no matter how much we change emotionally or mentally. and if we make it into the future, what is it you would do to make sure those around you knew what they mean to you? because time is not waiting. we can not hold onto the hands ticking around the clock. showing us our lives are escaping and ever so slowly fading. minutes falling into hours that build into days upon days forming months and years lost in time we can never get back to. and were always wanting yesterday back? always looking out for the future? pretending our now will get so much better? fuck that! my now is all i have. it is the only thing we all really have . no matter how we spend it, it remains the same. and i am going to enjoy mine.