living in the dark, unable to muster the strength to have words form. Form though they do in their usual incohearant way. If they could,, what would they say? would they form a mere echo of times gone by, or resonate resiliance against ages fought by. Do they scream to be heard while having nothing to say or do they fight once more to get through the day. The day it seems just passes by, whats left of me trailing behind. am I incohearant? or do I simply have nothing to say. The thing ive found most often to be true, is you can talk all you wish, if no one hears you.