well, it's not surprising but I've been drawing with poetry-ness and I log on to find that you've poetised too... typical. We also have someone named J'nar and Y'kira amongst others....
back to the poetry
Sweep the hall with shadows
As though time would slip away
Listen to the echoes
As they dance amongst the fray
Of broken promise, deadly dreams
And things best left unsaid
The child grown will always be
A thing that's almost dead.
well, that's one, with these freaky people who have big heads and thin bodies... there are others but well... everything is big, I've got my room set up so I can have my easel up and that's wat I've been using so everything is big and I need a digital camera but don't have one nor the finances for it and I want to find out if Brett's Dad has one...
love.