dancing bears,
painted wings,
things i almost remember.

and a song
someone sings,
once upon a december.

someone holds me safe and warm,
horse his prince through a sliver storm.
figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory.

far away,
long ago,
glowing dim as an amber.

things my heart
used to know,
things it yearns to remember-

and a song
someone sings-
once upon a december.

quintessential of me.
...

numbed.
overwhelmed.
quick rush of emotions-

i'm starting to lose myself
all over again.
in a whirl of thoughts
i can't walk through the doors of my mind.
...

antisocial within.