I thought I had a poem to post here- one I had written long ago- but it wasn't very good. I've wanted to write more. I've wanted something to say for a long time, but I just don't have anything. I have no more stories I care to tell, no more poems or songs I care to share with the world. There is nothing I hold today that I care to offer this world for one more day. I don't care to see the sun rise in the morning anymore than I care to see it set. I don't want to take a picture of it. I've seen the sun set a thousand times. It does not interest me. I've seen a thousand days just like today, all its beauty and pain. The cold of the winter is nothing new, and the spring will be the same as it has been for thousands of years before I ever witnessed it. The summer will be hot. The mountains will be fun. Water will be refreshing again, even though it's brutally cold now. Nothing will change. Nothing ever has. I see no point in the display. I see no point in the pursuit. All I see is a tired little rock in space, spinning as it has for an untold number of rotations. And it will go on doing so. Is there no greatness anymore to be desired? This blog has run it's course. It has moved beyond it's original intentions, and morphed into something vulgar.