Days of waiting. Will it come? Will I be fulfilled? It's felt like a eternity waiting here. Waiting. And waiting. As my memory fades, I feel younger and younger. I forget the new things. but the music, all those times where I was young, energetic, they keep on getting more and more vivid. As I feel myself, my memories, fade, I get more and more gleeful. I know it will, it's going to come to a end at some point, but I don't know when and I can't feel it getting any closer. I wait. I hear it. I hear air leave whatever has landed. It's- it's a space shuddle. Midnight Monke.
