astonished Death of a Rose really, i am. just incredibly a vastness of this just opened door, seeing something new. regarding this new puzzlement, pleasing to the brain matter, forgetful of any past glimmerings, a smile upon my face. 040104 ... Wasandru Finding myself here, in this room, thinking this or that, again perhaps, it astonishes me, that I am, that I exist, that I persist in this life, despite my efforts to the contrary, years ago, I tried to leave, I could not go, I had to stay, I remain, there can be no end, every_exit_is_an_entrance_somewhere_else, it pains me, how shall I say, it irks me, but I must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on, thank the gods for Beckett, at last, I am clear, I am again, there you are again, in the mud, on the gray sands under the grey sky, the hourglass tips, I am again, the land is green the sky is blue and I am with you 061106 what's it to you? who go blather from