| i slipped on the carpet. red shag, like i was back in the '60's, surrounded by pot smoke and drunked teenagers. i couldnt figure this one out, i was never here. maybe i was a tiny embryo, being tortured in my mother's womb at the time. can human's remember things from those stages? even when i couldnt see anything, were the images traced down to me through her blood? so many questions....leading to no answers, just the slight feeling of the breeze in my boots. i got them soaking wet in your heart, did you feel me down there? did you feel me in there where even the cold fears to tread, and the dead feelings lie down to sleep? when i awoke, with that sinking feeling making the wrench of my dichotomy even worse, my eyes felt like Rugburn. back |