January 14, 2003 (idea)

i am sensitive and scathing. accepting, yet brooding. you may see me, but you cannot touch. i will tell you and still you will not know. i lie in a field of sun while i feel the drowning peace of your rain. i know you have gone, but you cannot take this away. i may seem to exist in duality and consternation. it is all my own, though, i am not divided. keep this in mind as you analyze your contradictions.