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.