. home is were the heart is . -- kyeburn quarry

i wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
i am still right here

� wow, what is this? my new home. sounds fun. a place were i have a clean slate, ready and waiting to be filled. muscles stretched and recoiled, lengthy stride bringing the female within the boundaries of kyeburn quarry. home. it felt nice to have a place that fit that discription. such a nice sounding word...a place were you belong. a place were others actually care... provided, of course, that you don't get exiled. but i've done nothing to deserve that, have i? delicate arabian pate tips, crescents flaring to inhale the myriad of new scents which attacked her. i've heard whispers on the wind that one dubbed insomnia reigns over these lands... the naw holds a sense of familiarity, and yet i'm sure i've never heard it before... auditives dance erratically a top poll, ensnaring themselves in the mass of snowy threads. quiff of silk obstructs spitfire's view, but it't not important. alllowing paper thin lids to slide closed, simply allowing her other senses to take over. the feel of the ground, hard beneath her, a gently drop of rain landing gently upon her, like the tears of an angel, watching over them in heaven, crying for the souls which seemed destined to fall victim to satan's trickery, and end up in the underworld... the gentle whispers of sounds reached her, voice of the equine race. it feels good to have company...i was growing sick of being alone... the scents of the others reached her mere moments after the sounds, and each was pressed, hugged tightly to grey matter, memorized for further use. soon i'll match them up with names. come on hurt, enough sentimental rabbling. no more alone time, make your introduction. slowly, the alabaster form regained movement, and a soft alto melody flirted through the air, quietly proclaiming that she was alive and present. i'm here...i'm home �

if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way