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[Metalhead Steve]

One last cheer for the friends that you miss, the ones you feel you treat like piss... Sometimes at least.

These last years have taught me that physical distance does become spiritual distance in time.

The equation is an infinite one, one of circumstance.

Time plus circumstance equals a change of the soul, though an inconsistent guage this is.

All the people I have left behind, do they think about me as much as I think about them?

Reciprocation is a type of vindication, tells you when your doing something right.

There is something missing right now... I no longer feel needed, it bothers me to a certain point.

I miss the old times. Days without worries, nights unhindered.

I remember when we were brothers, when we were unseparable... Nearly identical.

Now when we see each other it seems surreal. We converse with tact... Almost as if we are both afraid of each other.

If they came here I would be embarassed. My life is small, pathetic, compared to theirs.

It is my job to grow... Better yet leave this place for another start with my brothers.

My first job is to improve me, then I can worry about rejoining the fray...


Dedicated to my brothers Jessey, Greg, and Cody... Wherever you are. We will be brothers again!




Tell me what you think about this, I was just writing in freeverse this morning because I thought about this last night at work... I started with the first line and built. FYI this is really about me.