'Twixt night and morning
is eternity of hope
in suffering.

Just give me a cold one,
it's a ruination day.

The more you talk
The less I retain.
The more attention I lack
The less motivation I contain
The more I want to leave
The less these pages ring pure and true
The more things that mean less.
Give me meaning. Application. Knowledge.
Until then, be silent, let this experience speak.