:: Dread and the fugitive mind ::

I'm a piece of another puzzle.

But I have felt human touch. Wishing to heal a wounded soul, wishing to sit and have fun, watching tv, playing with cats, I had many good times.

But I have felt human touch. Maybe in need to feed sporadic hungers. Hungers like cold, lovelessness, even boredom I admit.

My intentions are never wicked. My goals will not make anyone cry. At least if it all works as intended.

But I'm a piece of another puzzle. And I won't make anyone happy for long. No one will understand why I disappear, no one will understand what I'm talk about. Only one person.

Only one wicked person, this woman I met when we were both almost kids. Only one.

And Gloria is sad, and I wish to comfort her. But will it last? Will she appreciate what I give? Won't she feel I mistreat her with my coldness? Or is it better to let her heal herself? I have been proven a major failure as a spirit healer.

Is she too a piece of this worldly puzzle of average goals such as marriage and kids? homes and cars? Is she as normal as all the men that held her? Is she as normal as the man that holds her?

I don't think she is. I know she thinks she is not.

What do this means? I don't know