hope the way i feel brown jacket alpha centauri the sky freedom light at night the onset of winter who am i? unaquainted friends when you wake bruising
	alpha centauri
		when alpha centari is the sun, i have failed. When the blue moon looks questionly upon a now dark world, I have no answer. When the words of wisemen fall and the distinct flavour of foolishness rests on their toungues, is it too late? When an unfamiliar enemy stares back at us from under the water, have we faught too hard against ourselves? When enough is no longer enough, how much have we given? When the end of the world was yesterday, are you satisfied with yourself today?