It was the feel of it. That sense of no return. That, I finally got it. U know, that Lil feeling of my turn. It made the heart flow with the rhythm of her feet. Tapping her way through life. It brought the man out to play. For before emotions there was a like. I neva felt the power it possessed for the long haul though. Seems standin still watch that strut go. It was the snap in the mind of reality changing behind n in plain sight. Eyes filled, drain n dried til there was no mo. it dug it's hole decorated as if a grave. Unable to see the reasons but knew the truths. Luv, hate, luv. For me there was a loss of use. Left with a raw state of self knowing self has what it takes. Whelp, lives were to be lived so it is what it is. Earning yet another memory cut short by irresponsibilities hate. One more face to miss. It was my honor that was drained of the trust. Loosening the connection of proof that didn't exist. Moving on the retreat unlike paradise it failed. Roaming was I drifting attempting to