not anymore No it does not matter What I said before,a maze of time divides.And it won't make senselike jazz you just don't getIt may float up againdisjointed faintly orangebut it will fade backin tatters cause I triedto bat it all awaywith broken fingersstained with black silencepulled from the corners of my eyes.And you might helpI don't know why,since we both sharedin the memories, maybeA new start it may bebut lets not cut our feet on my frail broken dreams...