I sometimes wonder about myself

In love alone numbers and years

Something extraordinary... (Or ugly)

I cannot write-of freedom of long stained tears-

I cannot find my voice Speak in letters and riddles

Seventeen moments of disaster

Insanity is too easy

Is any answer of honesty?

Raw and simple of break-back running;

Staring ahead

A horror cannot be unsaid;

A heart cannot be unwound

A song cannot be unsung...

An end does not come without beginning

Where will I go from this moment?

I stand here; I carry my wait, Naked