(jann castor, 8th of November, 1997)

...The true purpose of the Universe is giving.


I was a slave to my feelings
- not yours.

I only begged for kindness
- but it wasn't there.

I felt fear around you and
- it made me see my own.

-But I loved you more
-with every moment I saw your sadness.

Your masks and paintings
- your carvings
spoke of greatness and freedom
you hardly showed.

So hard to believe
they were made by you.

you made me die
- everytime I saw you.

Once for bliss
Once for agony.

I want you to be safe.
I want you to prosper.

but today I wish
- I never met you.

(copyright Jann C. Castor1998)