tendrils mikey tendrils grip and grope against the fabric of my mind without hope hope means failure something to cling to where is the rope creeping ever slowly its as if it really knows me like a small part of some master plan with weapons in hand not truly hidden it just appears the fuel are my fears often i beat it win the battle but im left in tears but a question i must ponder often sit and wonder if i win a battle but in the end i lose the war what will my fortress be then? 010309 ... mikey it'll be in shambles broken and torn chasm in the earth it'll feel my scorn ridicule and wrath chaos is born the seed is planted and yes its wanted the sounding of the horn is my fortress still standing? 010310 ... Aimee Mikey, I've said it before and I love saying it again. I love the way you write. :) 010311 ... mikey into the ashes my feet go paving the way does anyone know how to sew it all back together now its ruined all gone to dust my heart is now rust where will i build my new fortress? 010312 ... misstree slow, easy grip, lightly tangling, drawing down beneath the surface until silently, softly, you slip away. 020705 ... Fido When I was little I used to hide in the laundry and stick my arms out like tendrils and wave them around and go "Rawrrr!" I scared even MYSELF. 030709 what's it to you? who go blather from