Self-medicating the frustrating spaces between their borderlines, feeling fine and whining cries into the distance. The listeners flock while the shock rocks them into the next world and leaves them swirling in curls of disbelieve. An achievement which leaves many lost as their cause floats hollowed out to sea. Where the free speak and are spoken to casting hope and roping the fools onto their rafts. They left the shallows for gracious grounds and found besides love and laughter the unannounced gathering of brightly feathered understanding and unending gratitude. From me at least to you.