| I can't find it - the place to begin. I'm still without reason, place, purpose, all full of wanting to slither into other people's dreams and eat every apple -hanging- on the trees there... This reason, this place, makes me want to cut off my hair at the chin - a sort of decapitation - and stud my ears so some light exists there. I want the headache of tears without the crying and the calm of candles without the pain - We all have to make sacrifices, it's just that I thought mine would... Take me somewhere. |