Confused is the under statement. One minute I'm up da next hour I'm down. Da world keeps spinnin and I haven't begun to move. So dizziness takes control and at its will I chill, chill so hard I back track to juvenile thoughts, plus feelings; then think I'm cool; cool as da pimp on main, but still lame as his hoe on main. Maintaining is what I'm doing, but maintaining what is the clue or answer I have to choose. Playing with emotions is the equation or shall I say one of the equations to the problem of love ± life; but whats da formula for that night you felt sick to your stomache wanting for love but would settle for life, long as it turned out right you thought would suffice, but in actually a knife might do you right.

by D. Perry aka ConChess