The weekend only gets better as the days go by, the aches are reawaken by the constant heart breaks. The sun will rise one day, but tonight the moonshine is what will watch me as I quake, and shake, the feeling so numb, from my heart to my finger tips. I can't feel what you have given me, and If I could I'd just throw it to the side, because you are no longer on my tide, you are no longer the ride of mine that takes me straight to the sky. You abandoned me, you broke me, you left me for the birds. Let them pick at my skin, I've had worst. I was taking a ride on this crazy train, wondering when we were getting off the rails, never expected to soar so high and then to get shot down by gravity again. Its like a four lane highway, and you have to cross it. Pretend it, you are frogger you made it so far, almost to the pond with those wooden stakes to cross and get where ever you were planning to go. Now imagine a tanker truck coming at you on the fourth lane and all of a sudden he speeds up to 120 mph, you are thinking you can't jump that fast to get away, but then you realize if you just jumped without thinking you wouldn'tve gotten hit. Just as it hurles closer to you, you realize you are smaller than just about anything and he goes right over you, but as you thank the lord, you see from under the truck fire spewing from both sides of the exhaust, and you see those remaining 6 tires on fire, the scent of burnt rubber, at it finest almost smelt like Filet Mignon, then you feel the scorcher on your back its the burning sensation of what you think are your final moments on Earth. But just then you realized the truck has no skirts. With half a second you remember what you learnt just 30 seconds ago. And you jump while thrusting your whole body through the flame engulfed exhaust, you feel your skin being burnt to a degree it feels as cold as blizzard, your eyes shut, and your mind blank, the last thing your remember is a splash. And 3 times every four hours you open your eyes and see the light and feel the cool water running off your back. In that light you see a figure, your eyes still dazed and all it is, is a shadow, something 300 billion times bigger than you, feeding your scorched body the cool water it needs so that you can keep breathing. The water running gives you a sensational relief, a little sting in the chest but its appropriate for the timing. It feels like three weeks have past and you are sitting on that front lawn, greener than ever. You let a crooked smile out, and find your way back to that highway again.
