Sand & Mortar

A million different ways, about a hundred days. A cycle of existence, a memory that's persistent. Gas to a fire, moth to a flame. What's the reason that's tied to a soul ... .... two as one A lie that's told. A shadow in a dark room, a pin light in the gloom. Sweet sex in the air, Ink set in the skin. Scars on the wrists, believe the unbelievable. There are sometimes grey skies on summer days. They sometimes smile on tear stained cheeks. Count the stars in the sky ... sixty-six, ... fourteen ...