fabric_in_the_wind Sonya It is another dreary Thursday night here without you. I feel the weight of the day bearing down upon my shoulders but I still live for the night sky. And it's kind of a shame that those who may be reading this may not fully understand why I write now, like this, but perhaps some of them do. The other day I gave you your fabric in the wind. It glistened in the sunlight after I was done with my finishing touches. I wished then that you were here to see it. Some people think we're all innocent. I have to wonder about that sometimes. I wonder why it is that people feel the need to grab, and kill, and capitalize on everything. Someday everyone will share the same blanket. It will be a fuzzy blanket of love. Yes, you may laugh at my vision, but I shall not let the masses tear it away. It is one of the few strings that still keeps my heart in tact. So while this time grows increasingly dark and the chill of society tries to instill its grip on my strength...I look at my creation for you...flapping wildly in the wind. And it is then that I realize there are still things worth saving and believing in. You are the cornerstone of those things for me. 030403 what's it to you? who go blather from