::i was sad enough last saturday, i woke you to talk but didn't know what to say.
in the morning, when the wind is still warm,
and the river's still coming and following.::

-the promise ring.

the dreamworld in my brain is receding fast. �that place right in the middle where nothing can touch me. �my thoughts are protected from discovery by layers of insulation and bland facial expressions. �really, i'm fine. �and i really am. �"there is no hell like an old hell" david bowie is singing in the bathroom. �and i smile in the corner. �trying to find the words.

i feel like i am observing myself from a distance. �this is not real. �i think of evening breezes flowers and the grimy streets, i will be there soon.