i wandered to where the people stood... round their crimson fire burning bright in the night turning them into black soldiers... i walk away the stars calling me away from the danger that is unknown to me... the flames warm my back and the darkness chills my skin... the birds sing in the darkness but keep silent near the soldiers... things are alive in this darkness walking around, living their lives, surviving unbeknown to the silent soldiers that surround the fire...

the memories are thicker then honey... sweet and syrupy.. hard to think through remembering the warmth of the day and the chill of the night... not knowing which way to wander... yet following my feet to bring me back to where the people were..