And here we are again. Far far away from reality. Iam really afraid. Afraid of the past, afraid of my future. I want to hold on to it, to never let it go. That burning sensation that creeps up like a spider churning in my stomach, the 1st signs of it. Finally it has woven its silken fetters around me, that arrow, and that bow, which zipped through the air. And I say its far. Because I cant have it, no matter how hard I try. Its like we're standing just 2 feet away. I can reach out, but Iam stopped, abruptly, by a thick glass wall. I can see across, and it is this glass wall which separates. I remember that heat, radiating off, and it conceals me in its warmth. Those 1st whispers, those 1st wings, of love.