in_this_flash symphonic She writes of all the things that have gone wrong, she sings of all the dirges in an endless repetition, she digs holes in her lawn, she walks along the deserted forest paths breaking all the dead lies, she considers only her perceived needs, she desires places to rush to her aid, she crouches in hiding when others come to look for her, she replenishes her empty well with her tears, she wipes at the sparks arising from the friction in her gaze, she laughs only in the quiet moments, she sculpts her way into obscurity, she dreams and dreams and dreams, she harbours every hate, she dances like the hurricane, she wishes she were insane. 040901 what's it to you? who go blather from