a_safe_kind_of_darkness raze i cannot dream who i've been in this fortress of bone. i can't sit still or hold all the things i want to say. i'm considering sighing a different song for every sky. i'll need some help. there is no one to talk to in the dark of night. the_moon, pale, is waiting for you. butterflies turn their backs to the wind, weathered by the storm, away from the safe blue glow of falling timber. i am the sound of someone else's foot meeting something hard and unforgiving. how are we so tall? each step takes us wilder from weirdness. 260211 ... nr i always liked the nirvana line "i miss the comfort in being sad" 260211 what's it to you? who go blather from