Summer is my killing season
Everything bad that's ever happened
Happens now.
I've gone up
I've come down
Above and below
Never quite there
I can barely remember your face
But you're there.

I'm drifting

Summer's my killing season
Don't cry if you don't look back
Don't sceam in the mirror
Pick up shards of broken glass.

And is the future looking out at me
Oh so sincerely, 
Through the clearest of blue eyes?

Dream it, but make it real.

Db 17th June 1999

0+4, four years post Rob, I'm alive