Reflective in nostalgic reflections of mere eidetic copies of what once was while; deaf to the loud silence of the world with the blinded walking in the mouths of them who bare no words. Left adrift in presences absence filled with foreign words made known. It was not easy but, I have come to find just enough of myself while enamored in the world. In finally understanding poisons truth and antidotes lies I have still managed to spring out a soft shrill of laughter...