Untitled - April 22, 2001 Day after day night after night hour after hour the voice drones on unending and unrelenting - a harsh grating against my ears. Close my eyes and dream - a day of silence - golden solitutde and silvered shadows. A day where I heard myself think, speak, and dream. Instead of shrill calls, shrieks and screams. One day where sunshine could cast no shadw where the rain drops left no trace of the meandering paths they carved against a hillside.