All apologies.

The deepest, darkest, farthest reaches of my soul feel like they've been set ablaze and are rapidly burning to ash. Tears and ashes don't mix well. A special bond is formed that encapsulates time. Freezing forever the only heat this heart has ever known. The only things we all have to draw upon are things that happened in the past. As much as we would like to, we cannot draw from our future experiences when composing anything - thoughts, music, promises, excuses. I feel like apologizing to the future. Apologizing for the lame excuse of a life I have been living. Like saying I was sorry ever fixed anything... yeah, right. But, I'm sorry.