Oh, how far will you go? Perhaps there were things in life that were better left untold. Oh does she know how permanent she is? Or how far she has come to conclude the statement “I'll disappear someday.”. You know and mean well, but to what extent will you take the burden of living, afraid and distant? Kind and unknowable, passionately teetering on the edge of turning into dust. Oh, but you know, more than anybody does.