Thoughts of me Thoughts flow through my fingertips my keyboard clatters as I write myself and rewrite myself never knowing what's coming next I can't stop them I don't want to try I'm tired of hiding tired of being afraid of what's inside never knowing what's coming next You know me but you really don't because I don't I ebb and flow in quiet mystery never knowing what's coming next Is it good to feel where I have not? Is it good to search into places strange and scary and dark, never knowing what's coming next? I have few answers only more questions and I regress as I write myself and rewrite myself never knowing what's coming next Is it strength or weakness, or some of both that brings me here? I face the feelings, and feel the fears, never knowing what's coming next Am I healing? or am I just going in circles of despair? as I write myself and rewrite myself never knowing what's coming next 3/22/97