He jumped.
It's been a year. Seems distant and yet time moves swiftly.
Her fault, his fault, their fault, drug's fault.
Knew him well, didn't know him well.
Nothing matters. The truth remains in everyone's soul like a
dark spot on the pavement.
Only eroded by time and seasons.
To each his own belief and view of cause and effect, of
right and wrong.
Yet no one escapes the touch of darkness nesting inside.
Something is missing, something is gone.
Its not there, he's not anywhere.
All that remains is a pile of rubble, a statue of marble.
The writing in the stone that wasn't there until it was too
late.
Now its just sentences of the past.
Of time when things seemed different.
But they weren't. just well hidden like a smile under a
raging mind.
He jumped and nothing was the same again.