This blog has died its natural death. Just like so many other things that die everyday--stuff you wouldnt notice if it dangled before your nose. Come for the funeral if you are free. Ah, but then, you probably wouldnt be.
Beacuse these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.