By Martin Falatic
The night finds my spirit plunged into depths uncharted, as I pace the shadows of my heart. Lost in confusion, my mind rebels, but my stomach winces in it's worrying way. Tis not noble fear I speak of, but cowardice, as I voice my thoughts in empty halls. Fear of the unknown - fear of the inevitable. As I reach out in the night, cloaking myself in the darkness, I yearn for you.