I sit on the streets stuck in time watching as all else moveo n without me watching them squirm, watching them reapir themselves...By myself always the one to miss out. as the bite of the frosty seasons approach darkness clouds my mind and ice encases my heart once more the obsolete doll left in the bottom of the chest to rott and be forgotten. The darkness fills my mind iwth the need to know more...To cover the pain that is numbed slightly by the cold...It always ends this way..Like the seasons it always happens perhaps I am not the one well off enough for those whp pick me back up and mend my wounds..Only to toss me away making new ones...I am not worthy for the endless gift between two people who are connected by a deeper meaning then appearence...Perhaps I am just one who cant feel this...I will embrace the darkness if need be.