April 25, 1999
It is another day. The smell of bacon washes over the apartment and my daughter's moans. I am happy with it all.Banging and screaming from inside the next room. I am left to wonder and change the linen. I am to be everything in this place. Forget your dreams, my friend. There are much bigger things in store for the peace diggers.
I am alone and hiding with a friend here. Tell me where the water flows beyond the gallows. Give me the freedom to tell you I love you still.
And the dagger to take it back.