2 AM and I'm still awake, writing. If I get it all down, I won't lose the breath of life the thrill of the words breathe into me as they flow onto the crinkled faded paper. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd, cause these words are me, screaming out loud. Use them, however you want to.

There is no rewind button on life.

I'm stuck on pause as the rest of the world moves forward in a flurried frenzy around me and I scramble to try and keep step. Don't let them know I'm falling behind. Fake that I know the moves, know the words, can sing the tune. Wonder if I should try and fade out now. Wonder if I should go ahead and take my step to try and shine. Lights on or lights off, take the right shot and make this world mine.

"My haunted head won't leave me alone"

How did I get here? So out here on my own. So proud, talking, asking, every back home. Surrounded by people and lights --why does it feel so dark and alone?

"I don't know where I've been and I sure could use a friend."

I survive with my words. They are who I am. They are my heart, my soul, my friend, my enemy, my life, and my death. They put me to sleep and keep me running late nights. Write with a tear, speak with a smile. Erase anger. Clear my head fill my heart. Make me understand who I am. Making me know I need to change.

"My words, my way. any questions?"

You don't want to be caught at the end of your life with people you love not knowing you care about them. Write them a note. But them a flower. Give them a hug. Tell them they look nice. Thank them for something they do for you everyday.

What will you regret from today if you died tonight?

There's still no rewind button on life. Maybe you get to have tomorrow. But you may only have tonight.

-kln-