Sitting here in the darkness of the living room, I come to realize alot about myself. I learn to sort the lies of the past from the lies of tomorrow, and I learn to sort through the images i've put up, fragments of the truth. And as I lean over to press the repeat button on my old, beatdown excuse for a CD Player, I finally understand the true meaning behind Tears In Heaven. I knew that Clapton did an amazing job on the song, but I could never really comprehend the true meaning and beauty of it. Maybe I know what I should be doing. But maybe I don't.

Wholf at 2:20 PM