I have become nothing more than all I thought I was. The thread between two walls of a tightly closed wound. Too far from where I thought I could land. Too close to where I let myself fall. There are entire days that arrive, and they fade so quickly. Without a shadow to hide my dread. A beer made from the lessons learned and the fables taught to each of you. All along these many passing years. Oats and barley. Galaxy, Strata, and Citra. A melange of mango lemongrass frappe, pineapple daiquiri, and green tropical pixie stick.