The spring rain falls upon me as I sleep, laying in the green, green grass. My breath upon the wind is like air steaming between two intertwined bodies of love. The leaves lie around me, so crisp and colorful. My pillow of moss and my blanket of leaves coat the ground, untamed by the wildness about me. And I think, "No more is the wooly beast that tracks me down. No more am I bound by the visages of hate and disgust!" So I go forth, into the unkown.
The Bliss © 1999