I'm hiding in the darkness
Caught outside my shell
Can't see what's happening inside.
All I can do is guess
At what I need to be
My heart and soul are blinded, out of reach
I'm lost.

Would you save me if I asked you
Would you delve inside of me
Would you let the darkness bind you
Would you find what I can't see
I don't need you to love me
I don't need you to be mine
I don't want nobody's heart but my own
I'm lost

(c) Susan Biddle 2002 (it's a song, btw)

I'm in something of a pensive mood tonight, reflecting on the sad and sorry state of our world (hence the latest scrap to be added). At some point I will finish that work, which was started over two years ago. It might give some insight into why I don't want to live to be a hundred and fifty. This world is going down a long and lonesome road, and there ain't nobody going to be around to pick up the pieces when we all nuke each other into eternity.
Maybe I'm being overly dramatic because it's late and there is something outside making knocking noises on my windows (so I'm a little freaked out!). But don't say I didn't warn you, kiddies!
Ah well, time for this little psychotic kitty to go to bed.
Night all,
A.