I wander through lives, wild thing in a domesticated age, baring my soul to those who dare see. I send my thoughts whisper-thin like night breezes touching you in your subconscious wonderlands... and await your unplanned replies. I change rapidly unashamedly. Trying, nonetheless to do what I'm told, file my thoughts away like scars no one wants to see. Until you resurrect me: pacing, snarling, wildthing sleeping in my deepest cells. You give me my reply in sweeping words, blessed unholy silence. A kiss, love, to end the world.