It's Cold And It's Winter And The

I Want As Much Time In The Darkness As I Can Possibly Have. The Darkness Provides Cover, The Darkness Provides Places To Hide And The Darkness Provides Comfort. Darkness Usually Comes Around Dinner, But Dinner Would Be Too Obvious.

The Wounds That Never Heal Can Only Be Mourned Alone.

I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

Part Of Me Still Loves. More Of Me Doesn't.