i have been on here for a while. While you read my lines, you get a bump on your arm. Is it due to the cold, perhaps it could be a distant storm, or something to mourn? Yes indeed, i have felt the need to succeed, only to fall short cause i fell a bit shy to read. oh well says i or the foe, onward to the distant shore, near yet far to the eye, you sail the ship to fly, with the waves and the rough! all within sight is tough it must! through it all and the things that seem to tread, you feel tired and mislead. For romantic poetry has a guiese and a must, so long as the heart can mend for you and i can only hope and trust! Be it the Father of makers and creators so deep and blue, be it may that the essence of truth show and come up be it so true! am i making sense to you? is the content fluid and correct, cause afterall i need to create an overall effect..