outside_it's_heaven_or_hell Laura Waiting at the light, soft clinking drowning out the sounds of the night, train passing in the fog and I wonder where you are, should I call you? Do you want me to? Do you need me? Like I need you? Your arms remind me of a blanket that I had, as a child, so warm and tight, they hold me inside myself, they hold me together inside. Driving so slow, I don't know where I'm going, but I'm finding my way to you, I'm making my way slowly, I can't see the lights or the signs and the farther I go, the less I can see, clearly. Well, outside it's, heaven or hell, and I just want to be near you, even though I can't tell where that is, and I don't even know who we are. The wait is over, the train has passed, truly I'm sad to see it go, but now it's free to be something, other than what it was, and now I'm ready to find you, and now I'm ready to tell you, and now I'm ready to be me. 050112 ... pSyche guess that depends on whether it is raining cats or dogs, and if you're allergic to either one of them. "The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven." 070714 what's it to you? who go blather from