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.                                                        Confusion    Emotions tumble like lemmings down the mountains of my soul    Warm bodies wriggling and writhing as they leap towards nothingness and certain destruction    The delicate flowers which usually grow on these slopes are trampled in their rough passing                                                           Lost    Amid the swarm I stand alone buffeted by the surging motions of emotions    The lemmings surround me and I am afraid to step one way or the other    Afraid to be pulled under their tiny feet and dashing claws, to be shredded beneath their fury       

Dark forces shadow our Souls They nibble at the edges Tearing away delicate morsels of Hope of Trust of Believing in the Magic and the Mystery. They spit their mouthfuls of Masticated goo Into the corners of our Hearts Where it Rots Putrescent They lay their eggs to hatch there, These writhing larvae named Fear and Anger and Mistrust They leave their slime on everything they touch Turning the green leaves of our Spirit into Brown lacework of Decay Until they spin their cocoons and Dissolve into genetic soup, Then -metamorphosis. They spread dark wings To soar into the endless night Which shrouds our secret selves.

Alone in the middle of a crowd Isolated A part and yet apart Seeking meaning Seeking friendly eyes Wanting, needing someone to touch Someone to touch me Someone to make me real Am I real? Am I only a watcher, destined Never to be a part of the Scene I watch? Please touch me Not the part of me that shows But me Who I am Let me touch you Let me reestablish my reality Let me exist.

Little Girl Lost and The Boy That Was shared the warm friendship of childhood which ignited into adolescent sparks. For a brief time, Little Girl Lost loved The Boy That Was with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns as only a lost little girl can love. Then the Wheel turned and Time moved on. She drove past his house once and wondered how he was but was too afraid to stop and ask. The years rolled by and the memory of The Boy That Was remained, a candle glowing in a corner of her heart. Then one day, The Man That Is walked in and said hello to The Woman She Became. The candle in her heart flared bright with memories.