Standing on my hill, staring at the moon.
World moves past me, I watch it pass.
Too many days of hiding away inside.
Stone hearted I am after so much pain.
remembering times of so much grief.
Thirst for love creating my stories.
writing out my world with my mind.
creating my angst and my rare joy.
slipping forth to the pages before me.
read my words and see into my heart...