Saturday, August 25 As the story goes on from here, I'm all but silent. Very much like stars in the night sky that twinkle oh so quietly. All I do is crumble and crawl back into my little hatch, where nobody sees me but I can see them. So from this hiding place, I lash out and aggress. That's my defence, and by doing so, I feel safe from harm. As the story ends, I manage to ease my vibrating emotions and put them to rest. "And whenever I fall at your feet Do you let your tears rain down on me Whenever I touch your slow turning pain" -->James Blunt - Fall At Your Feet (Acoustic)<-- |