In the comfort of my not so comfortable chair, in this tiny cold cluttered room, windy howls and talk about on the ABC broadcast interrupts my thoughts I glare at my shadow projected upon the bland wall no face or expression but the strands of my hair jutting out flimsy gossamer-like strands
of dry-stone built without mortar I'm weak
only my shadow is solid existing without feeling oh how I yearn to be that shadow where blood flows not through me or over me skinless and without pain
a jewel delicately set into this argent world to sparkle and shine… but I am of solitaire…..
Dark Angel 2000
Je t'aime plus qu'hier et moins que demain." I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow (unkown)