Red Gown

Here I am again, a place where I have been so many times before, for far too long... This is getting sick; the end of my life is getting near... I just wish there could be someone whom I could share my last thoughts… Oh well, my words will be undone (unheard), even though I am yelling my screams are not getting there (any hope) that is the pure truth of what it is the meaning of love (life)... The ultimate answer that we have asked with false prayers... Let me not be undone, let me mark those words on someone’s thoughts (mind), before I am gone...