There are always constant indiscretions filed away in a dusty drawer, to be used in some distant firefight down the road. Love, hate, and indifference are blurred into a cluttered mess, causing confusion and discontent. We cry until we are wept dry, and then we fade into something else...One-sided blame takes it's toll, although completely founded. Longing for that sparkle that was destroyed far longer ago than I'd like to admit. I'm left reeling in the smoky chaos wondering what the hell happened. But, I know...I always know...