I've always had such a negative point of view. I've always thought the worst of you. And I am still there. And when the oceans receded I just laughed; If I can't have it no one can, I guess. But I am a mountain no more. Don't fool yourself. I want to be normal again. I'm ready to come in. But I am still there. 1,000 years of solitude have had a strange effect on my personality. I want to be a person again. A clean start, a clean slate, a fresh start, a clean conscience. But if you get to be Christ, then I get to be longings with this spear in my hand, screaming out loud to straighten the f** up. Maybe life exists, maybe not.