chart Symphonic a simple plan has been presented, and yet it's simplicity eludes me, I can hear the words being addressed in complete reassurance that it can be done, I just can't seem to take those words and place their promised labels over that wounds that I keep picking at. Is this my pattern foretold? Can I even grasp anything with my shaky fingers anymore? Life passes by waving it's arms in greeting, and I being the solitude I am, give it the finger in return. Why? Why must I remain in self torture? I can still see out the window of my soul and yet it feels like a prison, without any other inmates. My path it seems to be overgrown, forcing me to slash and hack in order to make any headway, while I look back the newly made roadway dissapears. I do need someone who can brace my mind, provide the sustenance I crave so dearly, a diagram in which two particpate. A new chart. 040912 what's it to you? who go blather from