6.11.05
Nightfall
Quietly it crept in and changed us all...
I light a candle with shaking hands. My hands have never shaken before. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I see only one way.
Sun has gone down, left me alone...
It's not the music. It's not the cold. It just comes, and I can't hide. I can't run away. I can't face it, I don't know what it is any more. Once it had a shape. Once I could point my finger and say, that is it. No longer. Now it just hurts.
It brings on many changes...
I have one fear left. Just one. Face that fear, and all others, everything else, will be gone. Why do I fear it? It is not logical.
Nothing matters, no-one else...
I wonder what's it like to be an oak... It would make a good epitaph, this one... "He wondered what it would be like to be an oak." Almost as good as John Keats'.
Down where I am that's where darkness rules...
Orchestrated, it all is... Controlled. With two breaths restored, from screams to whisper changed. Always.
The story that is me.
I light a candle with shaking hands. My hands have never shaken before. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I see only one way.
Sun has gone down, left me alone...
It's not the music. It's not the cold. It just comes, and I can't hide. I can't run away. I can't face it, I don't know what it is any more. Once it had a shape. Once I could point my finger and say, that is it. No longer. Now it just hurts.
It brings on many changes...
I have one fear left. Just one. Face that fear, and all others, everything else, will be gone. Why do I fear it? It is not logical.
Nothing matters, no-one else...
I wonder what's it like to be an oak... It would make a good epitaph, this one... "He wondered what it would be like to be an oak." Almost as good as John Keats'.
Down where I am that's where darkness rules...
Orchestrated, it all is... Controlled. With two breaths restored, from screams to whisper changed. Always.
The story that is me.
