Absense of thought.
Give me lots of space.
Space enough to breath,
enough to fill the gaps in my knowledge.
With an absence of light and tangled cracks,
a map of dark holes in my mind.
Of secret places where I can hide,
without fear of being found.
On the bounds of where everyone goes,
but never truly see.
(c) 19 February 1999 17:43, Fnagaton.