it_comes_to_this Doar a finality that I dread, but it seems to have assassinated my in my slumber. all truths are about to be released, and I have no rememberance of the utterances I handed over. I'm scared at this impending contagious moment, and in my own self importance, I will shatter people. I wish I didn't remember. 070928 ... pete but I don't, remember, that is, everything forms and reforms in my shaken memory. i don't know the Forms that they take or the taken forms that are left above my reach, but in the end no, sir, I don't remember. My heart breaks to say as much, but it holds steady knowing the pain that should come doesn't as the memory of love or whatever really isn't there. So it comes to this, you may say but I say back, What the Hell is this? and why should I care? My tears, and years, are for times lost, not those which may one day deserve words. Thank you Doar. 070928 ... Doar pete, don't say thank you to me, I don't deserve it when you do. Your words stay in this old soul. . 071015 what's it to you? who go blather from