SI
As I lay in my bed blood pumping through my body I hear my friend calling again.
It’s the one friend that is always willing to come out and play … no acceptations!
The friend that will not speak, just listen and its so close you barely have to move a finger for it.
It is like a drug dealer, you don’t even have to knock on its door , it will come to you .
even when you don’t want it to.
It will pop into your head screaming your name and sometimes it seems as
innocent and happy as a butterfly floating so gaily in the air!
But its not any ordinary butterfly that you can just shoo away
It takes years and years to make it fade and even then you can never completely forget it by the marks it leaves on your body.
They are like finger prints at a crime scene and each one has a different story behind it
