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I am the pride of an outcast;
the envier of your good company.
Furious at the distance between us,
I long to fulfill my hunger
and appease my desires
again and again and again yet
I am bound by my timidly weak self.

Lost in the rain

“A soul…
Tossed and turned on the maelstrom of the world…
Finds what peace it can
in the deep embrace of sleep and troubled dreams.”

– Something I wrote long ago on a bad, bad night.  Tonight is also a bad, bad night.  Strangely enough, it was raining that night too…


My eyes are open,
my gaze is wide:
from the depths for the forest
to the roof of the sky.

– A little something I’d written for my eventual freestyle month.