There are so many things I want to saty, so much I need to feel. You lie at the bottom of this, my nocturnal lover. You are behind all of this, and it's no wonder...How did everything turn inside out? Why has it spun out of my control? I used to be on top of things-I was always so confident, so sure, until you. So many doors I've left unopened, and so many reasons why. Sometimes the truth is better left unsaid-much easier to believe the lies. There is so much comfort in a knowing silence-words just fade away...a water rippling on the surface-no indication of the turmoil beneath. This power emanates from all around me-hypnotize and fall away. Breaking free, I call you softly. I could draw you into my tragic story. 12/23/04
