who_are_you Bespeckled I visit here again, but it will never be the same, maybe owning to the same reason that I hardly ever come here anymore. For it's become something else to me besides release - it has become entrapment, entanglement, inescapable space that only brings to mind you, you, you. It's hard to know that there is a void that I've created that doesn't seem possible to fill or wish or dream away. Counting minutes doesn't help, nor does counting years it seems. It's interesting and sad to think that the only way to diminish it is to ignore it. And this place is all I have of you now. Now that I don't even know who you are. 060701 what's it to you? who go blather from