“This will take months, if ever!” Are twenty posts truly so insurmountable? I’m prone to three minute slices of life that, if nothing else, are ever so disposable. What do you get when you cross words with the attention span of a bug? Lyrics! So, I’m in the Songs forum, wandering aimlessly through the graveyard of forgotten posts, wondering what possible relevance I carry for the dead. I rattle the bones of the few still living and shirk from my own feeble grasps at intent. Another post, another notch, another scar on another helpless dreamer lost among the graves. Why carry on? Beyond this naked realm lies only the superficial light of cat memes and unforgiving complement. Only the dead share their souls.