No matter what I've said, it will never be okay. And I've tried getting older but time is blind and the words I find are merely echoes of each other...raising circles on my palms. Still counting, 5 years, your name in the searchbar. Looking for just a clue. The last bits of 2009 strewn about in this head of mine, but the bar blinks back, silent as the dead. I am Jack's festering guilt.