23_03_06 scarlet He. He is beginning, the middle and the end; for now. He didn’t see, He didn’t smile, He didn’t sense and yet He is still He. She was disappointment. it drooped on her face until you could read the letters 'H' and 'E' engraved upon Her corneas. Her skin tingled with the thought of the world and the fact that He is still He. Her teeth are of the innocence a child craves for. He is the fruit and yet She is still She. Her hair shone in the shattered fragments of Her daydream. Him; picking the glass from Her curls as She lays Her bleeding face upon His chest. 060322 what's it to you? who go blather from