i wrote about 5 poems this weekend, and i hated them all except this one... subject to edit though. ... to me this was nothing. the soda machines are smiling and your hand is to the wall upon every fiber on this pillow i am a loser tonight. but that is said and over now. and so we ride, into the midnight sun the trace is smaller with each step i swore to wait in your shadows until those shadows fall but now i know they never could and you weren't something i should so we have become what we are treading we all fall back to dust but we are happy, we are saved immersed in the scene and apathetic i passed a bowl of pears the other day and they just smiled and said, "whatever." *** tell me what you think please, THANKS.