filled with self...    
                          Expanding beyond

overflowing self...
                                        Manifestation

losing self...
                                              **I am all I see

A ghost has touched my fingertips
they ache, they shake with fear

Into my feet it flows
and gets hold of me,
grows

This is no joke, love
we should run
before it is too late or before-

what is that?
you shake your head, you're not afraid?

Then I will run alone,
as I use to;
as it has shown to be
my safeguard system

not for me, my love:
for you.

Above the waves, fish-eagles circle,
eyes scan the moving water plane,
lashing sea waves, blanket of cover,
shoals of fish, swim below in mirth.
Within fraction of a second,
a sea change, secret window opens
two eagle eyes sense a change in dynamics,
swoops down,
a lightening strike,
one fish that made a wrong move,
rides between the claws to its grave.

Why are strangers nicer then the ones you're familiar with?

The ones you grow up with,
Go to school with,
Become friends with.  

Why is it easier to talk to strangers then the ones you know personally?

The ones who know you,
See you every day,
Talk to you face-to-face.

What is the appeal that will make a stranger on the Internet more comforting then friends?

The ones who love you,
Befriend you,
Are physically there for you.

I know why. Possibly better then anyone.

Because in being anonymous, there's secrecy.

And in secrecy we trust.