JJS

There won't be sad words. 

Nor any drama.

I am stopping myself outright.

It was a factor that made this happen.

The violins have stopped playing, and i can't get them to play anymore.

The world keeps spinning, when i would like it to stop.

The lines and features of man, etched and burnt into my memory.

 And the thought that it was me all along.

There are so many things unfinished. Yet started.

That's what i remember most.

That's what stops me from reaching out.

If i blinked, if i breathed, if i moved, it had meaning.

I want the music to start again.

It won't start again.

I did this. 

Constant tears.

No sad words. Forced smile.

I am the Human Chameleon.

Again.