Morphs And Shift 2

It's not pining, it's passed on. Dream Diary is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to see its maker. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If I hadn't had any motivation it'd be pushing up the daisies. Its metabolic processes are now history. It's off the twig, it's kicked the bucket, it's shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-project