from Per. 4 on Mon., December 8th

• In an empty room
  with empty thoughts,
  
  I lay,
  drifting on waves
  of emotion
  and sailing away
  with time.

• We all have the mask.
  The mask that we put on
  when someone you love
  is dancing in the sun,
  because you don't want to be
  the cloud that blocks the
  sunshine.

• Black clouds,
  rollin' coal,
  headin' through
  the dirty hills. That's
  my way of life. I got
  a 12inch smoke-stack,
  4 12s in the back
  on them 35" Nittos
  
  (Please use mine!)

• Progress (contd. from last week):
  
  We walk
  together down
  the street.
  
  He holds me close
  by the hand
  with a tight clutch--
  
  a sense of relief
  empowers us both.