i am a soul trapped in a body, i am complete as i am unfinished, and even though i've tried to catch myself, i slip through my hands like the water in..
youthlike smoke slipping through my handstendrils curling around my fingersteasinglosingtrying to grasp what might have been minethe dreamsthe laughte..
ifhaving pulled back the curtains,having twisted open the jars,having washed you of all your sins;ifhaving seen the sun splash your eyes,having watche..
i never miss the cold like i do the warmth--in the darkest nights of winterand in the coldest gusts of icei long for a sunrisea small touch of sunbeam..
touchdarken your eyesbehind a veil of blossomsmerely glance to the fire abovefeel the warmthas it whispers your nameit asks for none otherbut you must..