proof of sun exposure fading fast along with my will to soldier on. too much time inside feeding, not enough fighting for the right to be worth it. stabbed my finger with a screwdriver, right where my freckle was.. now praying that it will come back. one would think that a fetish would inspire the up keep of ones own appearance of that appreciated part... but i find little joy in the hands that are mine... unless adequately accesorized with five tools i have yet to locate. dream on, says i. to what do i owe the pleasure of having the opportounity?.. theres a question for the ages. neither you nor i, nor the ink on paper seen through my eye will ever be at will to say with certainty. drifting on, unto the next of lives, exchanging one pain for another. g r o w t h. fading perhaps, but into thus season ahead. a better season. my favorite season. of dormant beasts, and naked limbs. of hybernation and reflection. to my cave, says i. dream on, indeed.