There I stopped, standing straight, alerted, watching. Far away in the mountains, at the edge of the vast field, hid somewhere the beast. I know it's there, the beast.
Tired tired tired...No, not tired, but lost track of everything. No, not everything, but still... Feeling in need of something...deep, warm, hug, love... I love, I love her. But...need that kind of deep, silent, fulfilling strength.
