…I don’t understand this static silence. Dead space and cold ambivalence. I’m left with nothing but a canvas and painted bottle to house my thoughts. And I know I shouldn’t but I harbor the guilt, and take the blame. A captain must go down with her ship, as it were told. No lifeline, simply spine, no going back in time, no rewind back to when you were mine. But you can’t take back what you never gave away, and I can’t find a single thing to fill this space, oh how I’ve tried.