 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 2 103 I haven't felt me-self lately. When have I felt myself? Its blue as it is cold out there. And I feel a prisoner here. And..and if that can not be enough its the prisoner I'm keeping hostage inside of me. The little bugger. Hard to tell if its a lad or a lass or whatever it may be can give me the willies deep in the night. Jarring me to and fro, you'd think there was magic somehow in me. Maybe its not a child at all, but a feline or an animal of some kind scratching its way out of me. Can't do anything when I first get up but go to just relieve myself at the nearest chamber pot. Me thinks I've aged inside and out due to this creature who keeps stirring me awake, makes me crave the sweets til I'm sick. Then all it wants is what one can find in the pickles. The sour the better. Its an unusual thing. Most certainly. And I feel like a fool. I look like a fool. Put me in a clown suit, paint my face and let me be happy all the day. Because I tell you, me thinks I should be going, only I don't know where. Certainly, not home.
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