Missing.. Warm ashes itching under my skin, vivid reminders of a recent blaze.. Deep felt gashes bleeding piles of ashes under brittle bones of wood broken by distant boots of irony.. all is quiet.

Minute by minute.. feeling it.. multiplying madness, inhaling silence.. breeding empty spaces... heavier than ever. Digesting a broken world..searching for a lost world.

Lost in other days.. lost down other ways.. missing.