Can ink flow through these fingers long arrested, Can script be written in blood with pieces of my heart And screeches of nails on chalkboard?! Those monthly pauses started by the first period, Punctuated by commas and truncated by life's menopause?! Aha, Fall's back again! Can they give space to breathe and breath some pace?! I wouldn't know-- To sprinkle words on an iambic pentameter, Though the rythms of my heart belt the longs and shorts of Rhyme--Involuntary! Words oft carved, crafted and hung out to dry Stretched tight on the strings of my imaginations! Imaginations left to shrivel like raisons Waiting to be plumped up by re-bootups, booty watches, google searches and Nas' Worlds ;) Seeds of anything Scattered in the seamless winds of cyber space! ~Sitara~ Hellooooooooooooooooooo to all friends!!!!!! Just on a whimsy! :)