nearing_the_start Cicero my future changes with the hours rises to great heights unattainable and falls beyond perception in the time of an hour the days grow bleaker life more desperate friendly faces imperceptibly become hostile and leave my side without warning indite, rip, tear and maim my sense of normal I want to understand this life but most of all I want someone to understand it with me 030517 ... Bespeckled You rise up again like from sand that lay undisturbed with time, a statue rising up from memories into the present. How sweet it is to be lost and found by you again, to be the one you did not know that you were writing to after all. 040527 ... crOwl coming to an end, riding the blindfolded horse through all that comes in between. 041026 what's it to you? who go blather from