Help me to understand the complicated story intwined deep within your arteries. Act it out infront of my curious eyes. Let your story become part of mine to were we can read it just by looking into eachothers eyes. We can share the memoris that imbeded themselves into our wrinkled brains and help us store it away like an old picture and its faded frame. The frame may fade but the pictures stay tangeble for all who are not color blind. So many that are color blind, but we are not. For we see the colors that wash each picture. Some greys, blacks, reds, and purples. They flavor each memorie with a pongent after taste that burns our mouths like venom, and though it heals it leaves scars on our mouths and the poison always flows through our veins.