declaration belly fire It's so nice to hear you think of me fondly, in spite of the dark prickles in your belly that you suffer each day. All around me the music reminds me of you. No, I have not been a stranger because I do not take a break from thinking of you. It is my secret from the world. My dearest boy someday I will meet you and breathe the same air that nourishes your lungs. I can hope for that. You will have your life back. You will find yourself again. Someday you will not be defined by your ill health. You will find answers. And then I will be waiting to show you where happiness has been stored all this long time. It is dark and quiet and peppered with stars. It is the night that we both crave deeply; that only you aside from myself understand. One day we will quietly share it together and feel at ease. It is my secret from the world. I can hope for that. 030509 what's it to you? who go blather from