sitting waiting for that letter. for that word. for that... wanting to know the truth but too afraid to seek it. flashes of uncertainty. yet the knowledge etched in memory. the longing. sadness engulfed by fading. they say it's ending. perhaps.. it's just the beginning. it's abruptness. stealthily and in fine subtlety. ignoring all glitz and glamour. forgetting the ways and styles. the stench of your ignorance. everything yet nothing. your infinite depth of beyond placed in the inbetween. my heart placed upon your sleeve. yes. i believe it's just the beginning..