21st AUGUST  1985




This pale, must hide in darkness else 
You’d see my life through me, too
Thin, shadows ‘round faded eyes, so
Young , still unborn. Was
People and all their clothes, a 
Psychic chameleon. Everything 
Felt simutaneously, trained 
For it but still was not
Strong enough.  Mindwindows 
Frosted over. Rejoiced in lessons while 
Slowly poisoned, could give you an 
Honest definition to misinterpret, twin
States of inertia and flux with
Fear weaving between, the
Hero’s escape could be the answer, every
Minute of the day - a 
Broken
C  e  n  t  u  r  y
Three hours sleep a night, horror
Is a cruel teacher.



///First day of the breakdown at 19 years young and lost.///