Strange creatures, encirciling scattered shadows along the candlelit walls. Broken dreams and pictures running circles within a dissillusioned mind. Shadows still hanging overhead. Noises outside. jumping. heart racing. scared, bewildered girl rocks back and forth. Searching for answers that will never be found. Spiriling encircled mind closed to all but self. She cries out. The noises stop. Silence cuts thru the air. A knife. Breaking thru clouds, hanging over only her. Walking, raining only in her path. Toumbstones changing shape before her eyes, closed. Statues with blank eyes watching her akward movements. Crying, dying, surrounded by the smell of death. Comfort, peace, lasting only for a breif moment, then, thunder, rain, lightning, running. SHe slips and falls, gets up, running again. Into the profound nothingness. She knows only as home. A comfort so unexpected, she dwells in it. Running circles, cant quit, tired, cant, scared, loss/ Its all gone, the love, the hate. Its lost between the candle and the grave. Shes lost, only found within her mind. Only comfortable in her lonliness. Yet scared of being alone. Dead, yet too alive for anyone to touch. To real to understand. Interesting, slightly unpredictable. Cold, only towards days lost. Trys to be everything, but ending up nothing, running scared, always, running again..........

'1997