in_the_half_light birdmad It had been warm here. I hated it. When heart and mind are a perpetual fever, you take solace in the relative chill of winter. Cloudy and cold by this place's standards. Reveling in the fact that this little box of living space i occupy has no furnace. Streetlight sky-glow bouncing off the cloudcover negates the full darkness of the almost 2:00 AM sky, turn out my lights and leave nothing but the screen's glow and a few candles flickering in the corners, making the shadows dance a bit amid the still and the quiet silhouetted in the half-light, i am a shadow casting a shadow 030209 ... Photophobe loves Jeff Buckley where we both stand. 030209 ... unhinged we could be so happy baby if we wanted to be 030209 ... sylverquiklight between day and night where gray reigns and dreams flight 040220 ... meh... i think i know what you're all getting at, but at the same time, i wish punctuation had more of a home here. it would make deciphering the emotions a lot easier. i guess if you mix it up, there's a few ways to interpret (and enjoy, regardless...) all of this space. 040220 ... girl_jane I still hide my face. 040221 ... O_A In the half light of the moniter, beneath the orange sky. I dredge up all my memories and I try not to cry. I see you standing motionless... I see you on my skin... I see that unemotional passion... I see you hold my sin. In the half light of the full moon, beneath your solid wieght I let go of my body and I give up my sight. I feel you moving slowly... I feel you on my skin... I feel that unemotional passion... I feel you hold my sin. 040221 what's it to you? who go blather from