rybo

I feel very old inside. like I have done this all before. many times. Im not bored. But observant. Watching, listening, but not making a sound. like the metal rooster that I am. always scratching at the earth. digging for one more scrap of information. maybe a clue. something is out there and I will find it.

My guess is that its simply inside. where it always is, always has been, and forever will be.

The end is important in all things.