at three a.m.

funny how i'm the only one alive in this town at three a.m.

i'm staring blankly into pictures of forgotten backgrounds that hold my musings painting poems and strings of my heart. i wonder if you're sleeping yet after the night you might have had. i know i'm not yet done with the shaking and sobbing of the good and the bad. I won a battle tonight but started losing a very intimate war. all i know is that even civilians will perish, and i am far from un-involved. as much as i would like to say i could wash my hands clean of this. somewhere in the rising distance i can hear the drums of a white flag waved high over her beautiful head. and i don't know whats been done or just how the wars get started but i know i get to see them executed, rage in spiteful words, and later end. i don't know what she will do. but oddly i am more concerned with if it causes you discomfort. see, i will hope for a draw and no winning or losing but it seems to me her surrender is unavoidable. please don't be angry, i've see enough wars in my own life to enlist in either of these armies. and i will stand in the crossfire in my blood red answers and pray not to be hit by the bullets.