Crank-shaft Heart-thief

It's the interesting circumstance, that moment in time, when all I see is my people crying and my friends all falling down. I live in a sad, slow, triangular maze of tears. I see a person walk down a hall and I see one walk back. Her face buried in her arms, holding back the tears that won't come. They've already gone. Passed her I see another three walking slowly enough to make me feel like I'm moving. But I'm just standing there. Waiting. I feel the full weight of her feelings in my arms and I know there is nothing I can do but hold on. The slow poeple call, she turns around, forces her tears back and walks away. I don't feel the same way she does, I never could. I'm still there, in my mind, standing and helping her let it go.


-Andy