 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 101 any poem misunderstood or from every second of his past that haunts him could i be more lonely" It felt easier when I didn't know. Now I'm afraid. Perhaps even freakish. I'm like this island now seperate from everyone and yet I share it with this one thing within. I should be happy but I'm afraid. This fear. This unknown. And its always with me and yet it says nothing. It does nothing as of yet. And that makes me afraid. It makes me wonder how can I go on. How can I find my way. There's so much Xander can do. So much he can sooth the pain and its like a murmer in the night. Not enough to do me well. The warm feeling comes over me at night and I can sleep at least for a little while and then I awake and know I am alone, yet not alone. I'm with this thing with no name. I want to say something but I don't know what. Of course, the maidens giggle they ask me if I'm well. If I feel comfortable. If I'll need a new attire soon. Its like I have to hide this. But why? Why should I be ashamed? Why? When there is so much I don't know? Oh, I know not to eat so late in the evening. The cook says sure enough there's hair already on the fetus. "A huge golden head of hair." But what if its not. What if its something dark, nashing teeth and eyes like fire? What if it isn't beautiful? It makes me sad to think what if no one will love it. Will adore it. Then what? What have I done? Yes, I cry sometimes, for no reason at all.
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