musings! Sept 6, 2010 21:13:40 GMT -5 Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostMemberGive GiftBack to Top Post by Frægr on Sept 6, 2010 21:13:40 GMT -5 I am a starving skeleton. A mass of ivory joined by skin and spidery veins that stumbles through the world one step, two steps at a time. I exist to put meat on my bones, to find the reason for my heartbeat.To the right of my cradle, across from the painting of the sky I strive to touch, lies my travel journal. It is worn down, leather-bound and full. My countless scribbles are almost ornamental, decorating the maps of my childish daydreams. I read through it yesterday because I, too have to dust the pages of my memory from time to time. - i am reserving this thread. because i read over this work again and am quite unhappy with it. editing!posting before it was finished is a sort of motivation!