i want nothing more than to write and tell You my thoughts, but i haven't the words. perhaps i could find You so that we might stand Life to Life. i wish to reveal all that You've forgotten of me, now that You merely see the tainted child as You would imagine her. i'd like to redefine myself through your perception--break through the glass box i let You construct around me, and walk on the leftover shards of confinement as i travel from the centre of the room to the edge of the carpet.

grab my hand. we will go from here, to another room, so that we might play another game..



remind me...of me.