another chapter is written in the book of out  lives another quill is broken clogged with the  same dead ink another chapter is written I think  we're going on twenty six it took a noreaster to  break the silence that night snowflakes fell as  big as golfballs foreshadow the mood for my  journey first was the flames shot out of a  stoplight the sky lit up there was an oak fallen  from grace in the middle of the road and we were  forced to turn around and you were there we  rolled down out window s we're climbing back into  whatever it was we fell out of you said we had a  falling out but now we're going to fall back in  you were late for breakfast.