• You reach up but you still cant grasp
    the idea of everything that you love and care for going away
    and not coming back for another day
    All is not okay
    everything is slipping slowly..
    slipping slowly into death..
    As a rose cannot live through the bittersweetness of a
    cold un-rewarding winter coming out
    with no care for humanity
    only the want to climb in the
    ladder of success and pain