I am angry, that is true. But let me fall, this time. After what seemed to be an infinite waiting and a trip to camp hope, I am, once again, betrayed by the sun. So let me fall. Should I look up again, should my courage find me in my most secret hiding places, let it not be for another trick, another here-you-go-...-NOT! incident. Should I start waiting again, let it not be for drunken calls famed for their honesty but never for their follow-through. Let it not be for wrung hearts across distances, distances boasting of their ability to make wise even the most stubborn of fools. Stubborn. Fool. I was a fool to believe. Stubborn. Stubborn still. Now, hush... ALL of you.
I reek of burnt feathers and melting wax. Super Perfundo.
