I've been missing a lot of your work. I do apologize. You've got a clear case of emotional claustrophobia described here in the poem. It's making me feel a bit closed in as well. ^^ Keep at it, the summer is still young!-Cindy Moon *)

Not much I can say, is there? Oddly enough, I was patting the husky you gave me while i was reading it...weird. It has a permanent position next to my desk, loL.

Fog. The curtain before a great mystery, a choking dampness that rings with hellish laughter, a temporary barrier against the horrors of the world. Fog is many things, suspenseful, beautiful, shallow, and still just a cloud of water droplets that will evaporate when the sun comes out. And yet, so artistic do we humans make so mundane a thing. Dreams and merciful unconciousness, routine part of Ice Hawk's world.

HAHAHAHAHA That sounded very corny.