Ask for a name, it'll be put to a face. A face will be put to a body (oh body you are the enemy). A body to a soul. From there you'll reach the heart, oh, isn't that the frightening part? These things go hand-in-hand, in hardly-there grasps and half-smiles. Fears and delights. Nightmares and dreams. Piles and piles.

I'd rather disappear than let you or anyone look on.

[Little poem of sorts written by yours truly. Who am I? Hardly worth knowing.Welcome to my Underland. Perhaps our paths will cross and lap. Perhaps we'll find it in ourselves to speak. I haven't a problem with possibility.]