whispers_of_the_night aM i DiStUrBeD? It seems to me that everything, Everything has a purpose. The raining of my dreams And the insulating darkness. As this new day begins I wrench my body from the stars. To tread the sanctity of my room And re-open yesterday's scars. Walking through my mind I hear the fallen rain, Feel the footsteps of my heart, You: coursing through my veins. I feel this day has been special, Although I have no idea why. "It must be something I have forgotten" As I check the darkening sky. The mists of tomorrow are creeping in, Darkness snuggling into the duvet of night; Laying its head down a pillow of stars, Re-awakening our thoughts that we begin to recite. As the stars wrap around me their blanket of dreams, And I think of the snow, my life, my home, As I drift into the past: whispers of today, I finally acknowledge all that I own. 041205 what's it to you? who go blather from