Water drips alone in this world I slowly take a sip. Undying love for those that have passed, why such a sweet girl could be taken so cruel. There are no morals, gods, anything to overrule. The only thing that made any sense is at the bottom of the rivine, innocence. Where will the soul go from there? Why did you have to go. We all miss you sarebear. Please know we won't forget. you were the sweetest and kindest and we all regret that night we lost you is burned in our brains. When we feel sad its cause we thought of your name. Can't help but put the blame. But who wouldve known that move in this ****** up game

if you walk among the ravens: you must croak like they do: even if your have a kestrel perched upon your garden fence; to mind the affairs of worthy substitute in their affair of a democratic electorate; the dire breed of their wake, with wintry telling is a scoop of a lost germanism lost upon me... not with the current choice of subject my kin'dred... the kestrel upon my fence: a Ukraine i breathe: sokół... scare me away from your little prized fancy in pigeon-talk! a falcon perched on my garden fence: while your kingship calls your walls a tower! Volyn! Lviv! Rivine! i can see a face in the mud: then fling it into America and call it: the alternative to a plastician's gesture! am i not allowed to live an "ancient" life: simply because the modern life tires you?