break_it_then Borealis break me break what I cannot bear to touch my excuses my crutches my 'habits' the summing up of all the things that chase me in the dark, and tint my drinking glass. I loved once. and now I am afraid to. so? get over it! I hated once. and now I am afraid to. yet again.. get over it! I don't understand myself maybe I never did am I living an illusion? am I living a dream.. am I going to wake up one day, and not know my own name.. with arthritic fingers and clouds before my eyes a hump for a back a clot in my throat stopping all sound and the music.. will I wake up to find it gone.. 040428 ... notme . 040429 ... mahayana go on . . . break_it_then it was never whole to begin with. 090224 what's it to you? who go blather from