I'm not really in the mood to talk about my life.
My poem, my thoughts. - Enjoy.

consumed by thoughts, i sat by the window.
The trees moved past me, one after the other.
Are they moving? Or is it me ?
The cat leaped off the wall,
landing all four paws steadily on the ground.

The kite flies higher with each turn.
But it will never come back down, will it?
It will fly off, won't it ?
My independence is gone with the wind.
The cat is caught in the running reel.

His independence has been tampered with.
His temprement has been meddled with.
He writhes on the ground in blood.
The glass laced string cuts him.
He cries a tear, but no one hears him.

Do you? His pain is calling out to you.
Do you hear it? Do you feel it?
His feline friend approaches.
She licks his wounds of blood.
She is forced away from him.

She wants to get close,
but the wiry fingers are closing down around her neck.
The last thing she sees is the darkness that envelopes her.
They are seperated.
The men in white, the women in white are the last things she'll ever see.

They will meet again.
Soon enough, when the glass strings unwind,
when the time turns back.
Everything will be as it once was.
Only to begin, all over, again.

                                          - sArAh - this girl,shed blood for tears. 
                                                                          devoid of life and feeling.