It was the day. That Pigs Fly, the last show up in San Francisco that we met for the last time. I had already built a Wall, My spirit ,my soul ,my mind had been alter forever. I laughed, I cried, I for the first time had found myself. May years later I introduced
My offspring to that Wall. she too identify with that pain flashing on the screen and we both had become confortable Numb. As time moves on the notes will live on.