as in my head. and to share. could be good, this urge...



'So it was a longer road than any of us thought. But we were going to meander along it nonetheless, in the same general direction we had been for years. The details fade in and out, mountains pass and similar hills rise and fall through the landscape as the ride moves along. The spark never fades, but it stays true to its nature anyways. And we just hope and pray that our eyes are open enough to notice it this time around. It ebbs and we flow and this boat that carries us along floats or catches wind depending. We will make it. We will make it somewhere, thats for sure.'