the_need belly fire I felt the crisp air hit my face and I wanted to lie down - right there on the wet ground. Instantly, I felt the weight of need for a good hard cry. Perhaps it was the sight of rain - the relief of it - in the middle of December with its cursed cold. And, as I padded to my car, I thought of Kale: wet with rain shroud of darkness starving for snowflakes and maybe... laughing. But oh, how I longed to cry then. To wear my face in tears. 021213 ... bespeckled It engulfs me and makes me nostalgic and makes me want to curl up into a ball protected from feeling and from thoughts of you. 021215 ... Cicero and suddenly my camera really begins to focus. 030101 ... misstree all thoughts alined, magnetized around a pole, i try to deviate and return to searchingquestinglongingtearing myselfapart with each step through glass, through painful clarity, through focus unwavering, each breath a chant of need of need of need inescapable. 031228 what's it to you? who go blather from