Sckratch Sckratch Sckratch...

[nigel]

Calmness is sweeping through my restless slumbers
Pins and Needles bite my spine
Too much sleep within my insomnia
Coffee and Warm Milk
Sugar and Honey
Combinations that balance
Yet on the tips of fingers
The cracks form
Faults in the links
Too tired to fall apart
Too awake to pick up the glue
Half the voices real
Half the voices are mine
And half the voices are of the many
I've built a castle
and a bed of rock
So protected
Yet so uncomfortable
I pick out the pebbles each morning from my joints
And pick at the grains from within my face.

[zarlon]

but the sand embedded the furthest,
has just become a part of you.

:)

[Discord]

Wonderful
i have always loved your wrighting.