delicately_lost Death of a Rose I write just for the pleasure of putting words together. At seeing some sembelance of the discord realized. Why some others question my purpose or slam me for frivolous behaviour, or shake my hand is beyond me. I keep the torch well soaked in ethanol, and burn it brightly everytime I need to return to the vaults of my head. As others dream, talk, worry, lust, ache.......and all of the other facets that may be hidden, words are my way of expressing freely, such things that can't be said in the day to day. So, sometimes I place things aside, knowing that I place them there to be forgotten given enough time. 040804 ... pete pass the torch to the rest of us trapped down in this labrynth, before it consumes itself, and you 040804 ... . . 040924 what's it to you? who go blather from