failure_echoed klarchen I am an emply shell again. I am absent again, not here, falling short. I am unable to do is become what is wanted, yet again. My weakness is all draining, don't come near. When you need me, I will fail you. When I need me, I fail myself, yet again. I am unable to pay what I owe. To you. To myself, yet again. And in moments when the scream of failure is quiet, I can hear shades of vibrant success. But the scream is too loud. Its shrill pitch is piercingly numb. It perpetually echoes back. Yet again, yet again. 000728 ... stan failure is what makes success sweet. 000731 ... lost too true. i happen to be experiencing that now. 011002 what's it to you? who go blather from