wishing_i_weren't blown cherry the nihilist Sitting on the edge of my bed, in front of the heater, rocking back and forth, just a little, wishing I were just a little kid again, a small child who's grazed their knee, and then some big strong and caring grown up come along and just holds me, and rocks me in their arms, and everything is ok. 020525 what's it to you? who go blather from