In the night see a face in the dark
In his face see a light shining gold
And this man, walks alone singing songs of victory
When he sleeps there’s a struggle and the light begins to fade
Gypsy & The Cat



This is the beginning of the end.

That is what I'd like you to think anyway. Sometimes though, we can't always get what we want. I can see this all falling apart, and right now, I can't see a way to fix anything.


H.