Stop being of rot. Only option is to turn our backs. Why decide to cut away the right angelic wing just to prove one can heal the scar. We misunderstand unconditional love. We are one and we are loosing it. Not that we matter much. Though I am whole, I41 crave not to live eternally. The day she danced to the song she should have been packing to, was the day I damned God gifted us the ability to forget. Pigs rule our world and we pretend it is acceptable our whales lose their oldest songs.