I was so trapped inside, unable to express my true passions. I was too immature in love to realise the rising panic. You spoke right into my soul, like no-one else had managed to do before or since... but I was locked in so tight, I'm sure you never felt the same from me. Oh to be a time-traveler. I'd fill in the gaps and smooth the edges... carve new images, more solid and sound. The connection is still there for me, even if it is just a dead-end-one-way-street... it still leads me home. My little dark house is there at the end. I live there pretty happily, but at times like this the lonliness seeps through the cracks in the walls. The huge