and if the night ends the day dies do we cry and wonder why? and tomorrow begins with brand new sins do we start again or will it never end? do we pretend? do we unfriend? or just pretend to understand? my mind races on so many paces wondering in to so many places with so many unfamiliar faces. want to be everywhere and leave no traces somewhre far with no human races and nothing even close that could replace us just that single moment that very second that single instant when everything changes and it all make sense in that instant. a flash a quick split second like looking through the barrel of a gun a seeing the bullet make it’s run, a pure instant like a fake virgin nun