.........Step out the door like a ghost into a fog Where no one notices the contrast of of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying. Why? I dont know
So my prof just emailed me....She tells me I got an A on her Final and I scored myself an "A" final grade for her class. So I am feeling kind of pumped, hopefully I will do the same for the rest of my classes.