Good night, bonne nuit
Oyasamina sai, buenos noches,
Lala salama, wan an,
Spokoinyui noche, gute nacht,
Lila tov
Wherever you rest your
Head tonight
We are all one family
Let’s hold tight
and fill the world with
Dreams of Harmony
tonight.
No matter what words we use to say… goodnight…

With such a scare she ran in to the
fight with  such a light
that With this might she will always be Im in to deep
The guarded one walks into the light
For her part in the apothecary fight
No one can stop this might
the guarded one
No one is stronger
No one is a better fight than her
Her angle seeks the death of her
but cant Come know closer
than a foot away  
his love for her will take over  
he will brake
so he  stays in the dark
lingering till she needs his help
once is all she has to call his name
he will come

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.