This seems as good a place as any for a substitute for a blog, its not like anyone is going to read this. These are the thoughts that have been running through my head for the past few weeks, maybe voicing can get rid of them, it: The Dancer. The Hail never compared. Maybe like shouting in an empty forest helps to relieve my feelings, shouting lonely among the masses of other lonely shouters will get rid of her from my brain. And help me to calm. Maybe. I will soon find out.