Unburdened, my shoulders feel loose, for the iniative to fill a hole has come to bear fruit.
The silence and echo of a singular voice i no longer bear, for the empty room of audience i once thought filled i can no longer care for.
So a room i must abandon, podium and ready speech, for there is no more a soul to listen nor give airs.
So off i go, to greener pastures, looking for life in grander halls that take my answers.















