Well, Despair, I shall see you later. As for now, you, as well as your work and replies will be missed. More than missed. Your absence shall be felt, my friend.
And of the poem? The sadness and depression that lurks behind your eyes makes me wonder if there is more to this poem than you are letting on. Good luck, Alby. *hugs*
*wails and bigger hugs* You're coming next.
"...and sometimes when the music whispers quiet in your ears
take some time to dream a dream and put aside your fears..."