hesitation deb I know, deep within, that you will not run like the rest. Why can I not rest easy and let things unfold as they may...? I cannot sit silent and let you think such things... I cannot, not when you have nothing to fear, not when your worries are all my fault, me and this overactive brain of mine... I just want to fix it, to make a safe place for you, a place where worry cannot enter~ And still, I hesitate, these words of mine may flow free from a pen, but they never do the same from these lips of mine. Alas. 100917 what's it to you? who go blather from