pitter_patter crOwl i walk around you like you are a red stovetop burner that cannot be touched. a fire in the pitch black welcoming, but fiercely consuming itself. i tiptoe around you while you sleep afraid you will wake and find me secretly out in the open. hush hush, the very hush hush. children do not think about themselves. they are. they do not pitter patter. they live. p.i.t.t.e.r...p.a.t.t.e.r... what does it matter? just as long as you're happy. 060522 what's it to you? who go blather from