I
I am at odds. I move around you on tip-toe, through time and space, trying to find me. And yet, I feel beautiful enough to weep. I am lost and you are angry. I care - for others. It is the price of friendship, and no, I never realized I need more than you. More than me. I am selfish, I want that which I cannot define.

II
Words trip lightly out of mouth and onto the page. I pull them from dreams and visions and reality. They are forms as yet unacknowledged, there since the twilight when the dreamscape fades. I don't know what they all mean, they are simply there - fact and fiction, all my thoughts and all my dreams.