nowhere kyla The night is long, the cold is black-- where is the moon? My city is the kind that sleeps, where is the moon? I see you, little midnight bird, for we are two: The quiet-ending. I have a home, the kind that sleeps, but I have gone. The walls will miss me when they wake, but I have gone. My pathways turned and ate themselves, the night is long, And I have gone-- Where is the moon? 020313 ... la la s isn't he a bit like you and me 040615 ... lw0rc no w here now here no where? 091025 ... cr0wl we_were_thinking_of_evolving, was_i_disturbed? 091026 what's it to you? who go blather from