see...sometimes you go so far and can't get back bridges burned an all that...no where to run to nowhere just as in shatterings...shorn...bare...standing alone with no leaves...not even birds will stop to visit knowing that the air here never moves moves no never...now.

times such as these there is no where to go. no respite...nothing.

see? it all is a hanging on. fabrication, this. some thing to justify and fill the time cause cowardly is all i have.