As you were soldier. Strange turns and crossings that do occur....until we find ourselves questioning the very box we decided to place ourselves in. What was it that I said I would be...and when I wasn't that anymore...what was I? What am I? Who am I? What a silly questions to ask at this stage in the game, I mean really. Shouldn't it all be so clear, as glass they say...making it through another day, until we find the way...we should as if you could understand when we can't even understand ourselves. They say, we should have hope, it's a new era, they say. Eras only come if we continue to remember all that has been forgotten.
