on the surface of a blackened river below a blackened sky we spin slowly and we speak of life of life and of reality of mythology structure configuration while all around us the world is ending yet we recline onward to end of days on this raft of burning timbers -cicero. Here i am again, trying to find the words that explain this. But we know that there is no explanation or description. And thats what makes it all the more sweet. Like life. You can live your whole life trying to explain it to yourself, or you can just live it. Live like Thoreou did, like Socrates, Confuscious, Homer...shakespear, edgar allan poe, jim morrison, vincent van gough, kurt cobain, conor oberst.... No actually, what makes those people so original and unique is that they found thier own standard to live by. They were their own greatest influence. Once a person achieves that, they have achieved all. you will never hear me say i regret it you will never see me cry pointless tears you will never feel me how i want you to you will never touch me without scaring me you will never understand everything im trying to explian you will never know how much this means to me. you will never read the words i write in the dark. the words that seep from my pores without thought, without feeling. ::but never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie:: and if you cant feel your dreams, i'll teach you because its much easier than it seems.