Maybe.

Crime.  Confusion.  Compassion.   They’re all just states of mind.

I recall when our lives were unusual and electric.  When we burned with something close to fire.  But now we sway to a different rhythm.  Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope.  The passage of time measured only by loss.  Loss of a job, a minivan, a son, a friend, a love.
Love’s not in your heart.  It’s on your tongue. It’s just a word right?
That’s why you have to believe that life is more than the sum of it’s parts.
But the worst part is knowing that there is goodness in people.  Mostly it stays deep down and buried.  Maybe we don’t have God because we’re scared of the bad stuff.  Maybe we’re really scared of the good stuff.  Because if there is no God, well, that means it’s inside of us and we could be good all the time if we wanted.  So when we do bad things, it’s bebecause we want to or because we have to. Or maybe we need the bad stuff to remind us what is good in the first place.

Maybe in all this there’s a reason.  Maybe in all this there’s a why.

I remember our old lives.  Laughter was a regular occurance.  Tears were only tears brought upon by the laughter.  Words were good.  And they meant good things.  Touches were memorable.  And wanted.  Maybe even needed. 
Then confusion started.  In a world so black and white, all of a sudden, everything turned grey.  The words turned nasty, and untrustworthy.  Tears were far from happy tears and we were too far away to touch one another. 
Nothing seemed better then to end everything.  Just let that sharp image erase all the bad things.  Let the crimson red drown away the pain.  But the shine of life was stronger than the shine of crimson. 
Life was reborn.  Good life.  Happy life.  Everything was new.  Then all of a sudden, something old came through.  That same feeling of our old lives.  Laughter.  Good tears.  Good words.  And before even realizing it, turning back was far gone.  Black and white so suddenly turned back to grey.  I find myself back in that spot.  Fighting against a sharp image of crimson.  Will it drown everything away this time?  We will see…

Now there are zero reasons to come back…