Life is not a path
to somewhere greater...

Kneeling by the river
washing his blood stained hands...

Once a girl with silky golden hair
held her head high...

"Sorry to leave you this soon..."
writes the note sitting on the counter...

Who's to say whats right & wrong
3 drunken, stoned friends...

What began with hellos,
stories and laughs...

When does it all begin?
At the first meeting...

Slip into your shoes
molded and warm...

Holding hands
Kissing...