I'm not suicidal though the thought of doing it has played many times. 17 memories known only to me wiped out from the face of existence, all Holy days wiped clean. Makes you think who will be? What do you say when you've got a heart to give? Always wondering who would be next? Not everyone has truth in their smiles..The effect that's yearned to be made, hide another question in fear of being forsaken. Soon I'm seeing pictures in a flashlight, and the only beings that know are my forests around. In the sun days; a new founder to make the home of a silent prayer for something else.