Morning birds singing. car engines beginning. The start of a new day. I grimise in a way. another day of feeling in between. not actually being seen. numb being normal. quiet and peaceful. iv healed enough I'm no longer hurting. but now my soul is burning. I spend most days dreaming, to avoid the scheming. I'm a vessel of love and he's the serpent. swallowing my energy whole. I wondered what he stole. I was mistaken and thought it was my heart. ten years later and all I can do is cater. keep you happy...