after_they've_all_left andrea overwhelmed by a disturbing edge gnawing at my bones i feel as though my world will topple over & its contents spill out if i don’t walk cautiously what can i do to offset this imbalance stewing in my soul? the miles are what kill me my legs weary & back not strong enough to bear the burden unwillingly placed upon it a dozen faces linger on my eyelids as the words pound their way into my conscience & make me uneasy i feel like i’ve been set up, exploited put in the position to care & then have it all ripped out of my hands before i could fully determine the meaning of all that has happened so far like a game show there are losers that go home empty-handed & then winners that are loaded up only to be screwed when they get home which one am i? copyright 2000 000828 what's it to you? who go blather from