it_comes_before_or_after_us raze you told me two years ago: "i keep thinking i've found the solution and walking away empty_handed." this time you broke me back together. it's a very young day to pull that off. our angel returns when my loop slivers to cream. god is not watching us. now i get to file all the hidden things away in the hazy shading of the day — every failure a fissure torn from the fabric of life. 260612 what's it to you? who go blather from