I Think Men Who Can

We Live In A World That's Very Fast, Where We Get Bombarded With Huge Amounts Of Information Very Quickly, And I Have Tried To Tailor My Voice To The Times, Which I Think, Writers, Over The Course Of History - Many Have Always Done.

For The Worst Things Of Our Lives, It Is Sometimes The Best Way, To Never Speak Of Them Again.

I Turn And I Look Back Across The Lake. The Mist Is Gone And The Ice Diminished, The Drip Of The Icicles Quick And Heavy. The Sun Is Up And The Sky Is Blue Empty Blue Light Blue Clear Blue. I Would Drink The Sky If I Could Drink It, Drink It And Celebrate It And Let It Fill Me And Become Me. I Am Getting Better. Empty And Clear And Light And Blue. I Am Getting Better.

But We Are What We Are, And Humans Will Always Hate.

I'm Tired Of Making People Sad And I'm Tired Of Disappointing Them And I'm Tired Of Seeing Them Break. I Have Seen This Too Many Times. He Will Be The Last.