written_with_dye fyn gula The first time i saw you i was watching you playing, watching me working. a light conversation was the neighbourly thing to have. when the church bells rang and the crowds gathered to hear the children sing, you walked over to hear them and i saw you had grown. you were not a child any longer. when the storm clouds covered the sun and rain threatened to fall on the saturated ground, you approached with a question and gave me entrance to your world. a dog that looked like a cartoon fox came to me. He was cautiously friendly. like me, like you, and i thought this is Oxnard Shores revisited. how did i ever let that escape me? is this what it means to grow up? every moment is etched in the stone walls of my heart's panache, written with dye on the cavern walls of my ageless soul. 000209 ... sabbie my life to date the one i own up to is written with dye indelible permanant shadows cast by me onto the things i own onto who i am 010308 ... randomly recent ! 040115 what's it to you? who go blather from