By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 6 December 1998
The pain of caring too much knowing I will be hurt but still hurling myself headlong into the flames still mystifies me... Why do I let myself? What shell of understanding is penetrated by this? I see clearly enough as it is... And still I go as a moth to the flame, my heart to be burned black to cover the blueness of these bruises Am I really trying to hide something? 11/16/98