Time ... Father Kronus ... He himself seems to have forsaken this poor soul ... time serves only one purpose here .... a reminder ... a marker of broken dreams and shattered hopes ... Many of which are kept pressed between the pages of my mind .... imperishable. . .Though the sun's rays peak through the labyrinth of my world .... its healing powers has not touched my soul for what seem to be an eternity .......
I know little of my past .... bits and pieces of a life long gone ... tall tales that were told to me by kindred folks ... folks who have helped guide this forsaken child ....... This battle deep within me rages on .... eternal light and darkness . . . pulling and tugging .... my soul weeps and I sucomb to the darkness that seems to offer such comfort to my weary heart and life-ridden soul ....
This soul knows of happiness, of course .... This soul knows of love, of course .... This soul knows of warmth, of course ... But in the end ...... this soul still yearns ..... Eternally, M' Lady J
