- F r A y -

Thursday, August 23, 2007 8:54 PM

When i was bad, it was fun to steal, i made it – fun. On my own. You can make things fun – when you’re on your own. Now i am not bad. No more. Kissed goodnight to the bad girl. Just sometimes – well sometimes i do bad things. Not fun.

I never asked for anything. Any of this.

The glitter in my fingers. The gleam in my eye. A way to survive.

It can be hard to be a hero – on your own.
Better to have someone – something. A monkey. A mutant. I call them friends.
Something to do – together – something to share.

Fear.

We share fear. It lurks within us. It lurks.

Here in the shadows i’m a lurker too. Learnt to lurk. Learnt to love the shadows. Learning, leastways. Street schooled you get a knowledge of shadows sooner or later.
It can be hard.
Better to have – friends

It’s a better word than family – on the streets you don’t have family, you don’t...
I had a brother once.
He’s dead.
Dead.

And i’m standing in the shadows, the long shadows cast by the ‘Blue Sun’ Building...
And i wanna know.
How come i can smell my brother here.

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