Lying under a green moons haze, the view from my window seems insignificant. The lightning bugs play tag around the gorged budding tree. My thoughts drift away with the sympathetic summer wind. I am numb. The worries of the world seem meaningless at this point. I try to picture a faultless sunrise. The haze has gotten closer to my heart. My dreams run out my mouth then fall and hit the floor. Shattered into a thousand pieces my life seems to be a jigsaw puzzel. I am numb. The feeling of life has filled threw my fingertips and leaked out the sides. I have fallen to the cold floor trying to regain countenance. I am numb.