.27th February 1996.
Dear Damian,
deathly silence
rings empty against my ears
i am lapsed somewhere in time
between ecstacy and boredom
i am little girl lost
an open hearted book of dreams
fathomless spirit
endless thought
words that take me
nowhere
i am spinning around in circles
thinking of the evil escape
the blurry oblivious bliss that is heroin
and wondering if this is poetry or just blue marks upon a page
of how many insomniac hours will pass before into sleep i will fade
of why enlightenment eludes me
of why the sky is blue and the concrete grey
thinking of this cyclic journey that is my life
and where it leads me
wandering on darkened pathways
where tall solemn trees throw shadows over my imagery
thinking of my beautiful friend
that is you and wondering if you feel
as lost
as me...
