between sets, those moments where its just you and the posions of your choice. T.V. sometimes could be the worst, like a sublime opium sensasion to get lost in. Brain dead in the season Counting the very times this moment has and will repeat. What a waste of solitude expression. Only Ashamed I don't commit as much sin as I'm use to, Fasination runs wild keeping the focus distracted. Who it must be rapping aginst the walls cajoling concideration or absent from reality thought; What a fool I was to define him.
