Somewhere in the forest,somewhere in the thicket, Everything is growing slow and the light is the center to which everything basis it's soul focus on. Everyday I set out to go to this place and when I am fortunate enough to make it there I bring back little pieces of it. The days I can't make it are the hard ones, the ones spent placid and empty.I would be quick to pick up a bottle and numb the numbness, But lately I have taken a look into the void and while I don't have an explanation for you now I can see there is a story there screaming at me to listen. I am listening tell me everything.