braeburn deb it was perfect there but i was blind ~ sheltered nourished hidden i just knew i was tied down -god forbid- plucked my little body off this withered branch "you're too old how could you understand" ran away (down the street) hid myself and said that i was fine but now i'm buried here in a gutter alone brittle leaves blow past me crumble as they go raindrops that used to bead upon my skin gather up and drown me -what i woul dgive to just go back -to be whole again still full of smiles skin glows healthily while these blackened seeds, long since burried have become putrid- my core nothing more than applesauce 991216 ... andru235 deb, whereever she is now, probably has no idea that i just read this...suddenly i wonder about the quantity of bygone blatherers... 050725 ... walrie APPLES! 050725 what's it to you? who go blather from