How can I explain to you what I feel. sleeping in this lonely cave. I am a sore loser, bitter 'till the end. What made you go, even I cannot say. Even I, the omnipotent, the one that could make you shiver and squirm like a child. We have unfinished buisness to attend to. I can wait. I need to run faster, run harder, run better. making plans, shaking hands even still. Life must go on, the pizza will be delivered on time, the resumes will fly out thier neat little folder until this one is finally content. Don't wait up.