there's nothing lonlier than the stars...

auburn memories rest on the palm of my hand...

and she walked through the shadows alone...ahe approached, wiping the tears from her eyes, not wanting to miss one...she stopped walking only to say 'we all exist in different times, different frames of it...all of us...'...she spoke...and she turned towards the trees again, fading away into the shadows and the dimming light...

( by Lonny Brown )

i know
that i know
and that i don't know
but i forget.

i see that i am blind
and i see the
blinding light
in everything
but i forget.

i see what i know
i think
i know what i see.
but sometimes i forget.

and this is the way
it should be.
at the end of forget
i remember.