We are only flashes in the grand scheme of nothing, Fireworks exploding without audience, we rise and fall and ponder and tear our hair and no one really cares. Dear friends I hope you walk tall in all your days, I hope you take life by the throat because those black birds circle and generations to come will walk upon your graves without care. There is so much to life at the beginning and so very little at its end, I wish only for the solace of the ocean and peace which it may bring.
