-*-This is a series about a girl, who in the midst...

In their eyes I have seen,
a tale of turbulence to set the scene...

The Face of Nature
There's no makeup on the eye...

Envious thoughts on a beautiful mind,
jealousy coursing up the curve of her spine...

Whisper sweet poison in my ear
grip my arm like you need me so bad...

To shed some light, and say it loud and clear
Explain myself, yet I shouldn't feel compelled...

It's not killing me
no- I've been dead for weeks...

I was a pine last night in my dream
I had rolled over hills and dipped into streams...

Turn your face so you can't see mine
scratch your eyes until you're blind...

Just like silence seeks
the clicking, tickering drip...

Exocytosis...
get this shit out of my cell...

My soul follows the line traced by yours;
my nose can taste the touch of your emotions...