There’s some skeletons in my closet
No one knows why I’m holding
I don’t know why I’m folding
it all in, You never would
of thought my thoughts went
so far off the rocket, slipped into
a hell of trip, Ok you have yours too
Though do you hear voices that talk to you
Do you know what I mean when it never stops
Though you pretend your just like them
Deemed a criminal to begin
6.26.15
Aubrey's Arch 
Either side of doors, dark desperate shadows taunting the fickle light to a room’s weathered broken windows, and vast endless fields of tall unbroken greens and golds, painted by an amicable sun.
Hi,there is always the other side ,where thing are beautiful and bright.Jalal