i am so cold and feel so small.
i feel so old, wrapped in a ball.
i wish the string would unwind.
so i could reach inside my mind.

• So I write the words from memory; from a smile that was once shared. I leave a dreamworld so complete where I always thought one cared. The days grew short as the long hours passed my way. Where sunsets sing and churchbells ring to show what we would say. Whisper me stories of old, and of seashore. Though snow is between us, remember the sunlight through evergreen forests. See you, see me. As twilight surrounds us your voice is now fading. So tspeak to the memories, and there I'll be.