Un Sueño.
Holding hands. a smile gently creased across your face, 
like a secret letter in an envelope a smile gently creased across your face.  As if to fold a paper over its words, you hid your thoughts behind that smile.  Sensations long forgotten echoed down the hallway of memory, getting closer with each breath.  Trying to remember the initial impression, my initial expression was fear.  I knew this cycle too well.  I know this music too well.  

    I can remember the smell.  It was like christmass, but this year there's no home.  No where to go.  no love to show.  Rancid emotions, wretched convulsions, I shudder at the thought, flinch with the sensation of tangible memories.  Regret with feelings of what might be.  Edible moments of passed passions, wasted rations of love and a starved soul.  I claw at logic, rap on its door.  Seek solace and absolution.  I do not want you anymore.  I know this music too well.  The dirge of the end of innocense and fanfare of corrupted conscience.  We must go on living like this, calissed and jaded, rugged, worn, frayed, and faded.  the song ends.

I begin again?  This time it will be different with your body and intellect, your mind, your spirit.  This time it will be different.  No more lies, no more secrets, I begin again.  I beg-