Okay... Now the monster is awake It won't rest until there's nothing left Maybe ever and anon I forget about the pain Someone bending light comes along And flowers lean towards the sun Some people fall in love and touch the sky Some people fall in love and find quicksand I hover somewhere in between I swear… I can't make up my mind. It seems that every time I am thrown back into this corner, I have more to say than the New York Times. College, break-up, work, new boyfriend. Short and sweet. I would love to say something artsy, maybe amuse you all with a lymerick or something clever. But I've got nothing. Until next time.