Oh my God.. its winter..cold days, darker nights. Franchised love and fuddling around in the mud. When will the day come I have clean, fresh water for my face..when I can look into the mirror and recognise the reflection? You come and go from my life..dancing through and wisking off again. The vacuum and void is disturbing. I think you love me. But I am always guessing..it is exhausting. It is because the highs are so high that when I come down it feels like I could never climb that mount again. True, the air is purer, but thinner. Angels with clipped wings..never satistied with the ground. You enjoy watching me limp!