not sure where I stand now, or stood at any given time, really, for as long as I can remember. This deep, empty, ever-sinking feeling that haunts me, what does it mean, or does it even? If I could change a thing I’d change a few things, then go back and take those actions back before they present manifestations of their destruction upon my being. Life on the edge, would I trade this for anything? Probably not. Screaming through the silence, bottling the noise, rearranging the chaos as I please, I move on, forever and ever, as always, again…