I come forward from the dark, having been to the edge and returned from that soul crushing blackness. I am in more pieces than can be counted and I am changed forevermore by my experience. I stand now, trying to find my way back to the light. I have heard the call of many, though few have sought me out. I make no vow nor oath to remain where I am. I only ask you accept a grieving mans' apology. I have left you all in dakness and in expectation of what the future may hold. I find my feet unsteady, and I may fall. However, I will try to pick myself up and carry on.

Crippled Wings.