Feb. 12, 2003 - 1:57 a.m.
If I cry it is because there is a need in this world for safe words. These tears are for the existence of taboo. The sobs that echo are from chains not made from metal but from rules.
The only cage in which I'll fit is the one crafted by your desire. The only restraints placed upon me are gifts from your hand. Ties binding me are real only when you knot them.
What is regret?
