The impressions you desperately try to make and the sugarcoating you desperately try to taste will never be worth anything. I've walked some street lately, always at sunset and beyond- to imagine myself as a part of the Earth around me, as something that could blend. But I do not want that; a blended rock pressed into the hard dirt, or just another dried out concaved river bed below the hills. These ordinary things, forgotten. I am less of that than you; noted and noticed, standing with the great waves but not in them.

"You're lost little girl". Hardly? I doubt it.