This is a guess; I'd have a simpler time not standing. Who now that string-heart has been snapped & history no longer exists but as fracture support will I get to give to my tired eyes? How many starts happen or can. Is there an angle or groove at which one can continue to fall beyond the straining arm digging for at least most of forever - or does the feeling of a lonely death predate its own occurrence to get comfortable. Or does the feeling of a young pulling need deserve its flat-faced scowl in a maturing death long before it receives one. Who am I in the wind tunnel but a blower lacking someone to watch the glow slowly fade from.