Hey, even if your world stops now, it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say, because all splashes are ripples from the distance --then rings of waves... Turn them a deaf ear. I figured it out; now I'm tired. I'm putting my arms down and turning away. And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving but I can't hear anything. Not today... Get it off my back. I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses. "She was the queen of the mistakes," I was told by everyone, "Until you made her a saint."