May 5, 2004

Where do you go when there's no place left to hide?

It's a betrayal that screams from depths of the familiar - a niche that used to be mine - occupied now by the things that haunt me. Faces, twisted and contorted by sorrow, pain and bitterness call to me, beckon.

Come to us. We know what you hide and can protect you from those who don't understand. Come to us...