here i lay, fetust style, and cling to the earth, the stars at my back and the world in my arms. all the billions of little people running around doing their people things. they don't want me, they don't need me, they don't even know i'm here...holding them all so tighly.just let go? just drift off into the univerese? sylvia plath wrote: "yes there is joy and companionship, but the loneliness of the soul in it apauling conciousness is over powering"
that's all.

