a sign i will grow fond of over time. Signals over the air and over the sea, they will linger in the back of your head, in the base of your skull. Like the angels and demons on your shoulder. Like the voices telling you to break the bonds you set yourself. I only lack the talents i would never think to use, i only lack the talents you find useful. It's too late to change anything, everything. To just float through life is so unattractive, and it's as though i hope for woe. woah. These words leave my lips so fast they get caught in my throat, making it harder and harder to talk as time stops to catch up.