Still I guess,still gasping ,a rope around my neck,nervous and anxious almost exciting,wait for the tug ,a gentle pull yet fearing the tightening expecting the worst,it tightens quickly and may take weeks to ease up theres certain to be burns scars obvious reminders of where I've been,I do not try to hide these marks they are just a fact of life and proof that I've lived,still they are there,life is a whim brief sad thou still enormously enjoyable,frantic seldom without questions continual emotion the only constant,always an opinion self comforting pretend understanding,it works it can't not work or I will become extinct ...