+++++Breaking The Ice

+++++Breaking The Ice Reflecting... Once forgotten fragments of memory of a more happier time, A now hardened corner in my heart to allow myself to leave behind. Past heart felt friends formally genuine, currently fake, Barely shards of thoughts off on tangents casually surfing through space, Randomly scattered about while at the same time entwined, Submerged somehow also distant laying low somewhere on the back of my mind. Faded friends, lost, forgotten, Discarded remnants of once the honourable kind, Presently unfortunate casualties with departed brain fragments, suffering logical absense, Bearing often a disturbing and desolate estranged lasp of mind. Note from author: I wrote this in dedication to some friends I knew for many years that succumbed to the P, Methamphetamine, Crackor ( Ice,hence the title ), epidemicwhen ithit New Zealand, and is still rampant now. The've let itwhat we call here "fry their brain's" sadly who they were once they'll never be again. :(