dragged pSyche look what the cat dragged in. A drowned and mangy looking rodent of a boy, tongue-tied and full of half-worthless apologies. Short, thin, and as close to a breathing skeleton as I have ever seen. Why do you come creeping back to me, mouse boy? Why does your voice squeak, when I get too close too you? What is your burden, mouse boy, that I see you carrying every day, as I peer into your restless eyes? 070729 ... gja I may have been that boy from time to time. 070729 ... spoken:) i dragged my feet shuffling to a fro nervous, restless, want to go i hesitate and linger still i pause and wait against my will i do not wish to leave your side my feelings are quite hard to hide i need to feel your presence dear your thoughts and voice i need to hear you are attaching to my soul and merged together i am whole i feel connected, tethered, bound i need you and want you around 090419 what's it to you? who go blather from