walk_away_and_let_it_grow raze when we made love, she showed me a picture of something that looked like a vulture. it wasn't a vulture. it was an immature bald eagle. even when we were just friends, she never really saw me. on a day-to-day basis, she's interacting with other souls. in a way, i guess i'm still looking. i'm trying to do it the right way. i'm trying hard to say what i need to say. i only have so much control. it's a strange world out there. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (another poem comprised of things overheard_in_conversation) 260607 what's it to you? who go blather from