Potrait of Lillies

Im dreaming of falling,with a caged in conscience and a broken mind,i came from wishing on aeroplanes in the night skies to glowing cigarrette butts at my feet,seated in the ash tray of thought contemplating and fighting against the inevitable,basking in the ashes of my past without a lighter to light and smoke to my future,..but it seems and feels better not to think that far.,the topic of old conversation and the base of new laughter..something they forgot and i remembered. Running in circles dying to leave without reason to. It has always been easier to imagine the start than to see the END..and this is what it is.. THE END.