remembering the smell of the feeling i once possesed it brings a tear to the inner tissue of my soul breaking down all the drops relative to rain i find myself lying alone on the floor surronded by darkness and the sound of air slowly the dust enters into my black lung choking not only on smoke but my heart seeming like nothing is going to change fear denying my inner person of many wonderful things that are dead passivly hidden away deep inside i try and i try but i can't try against fear if i could only tell what this feeling is saying then i wouldn't be remembering i would be living