DreamsWhen the fog is yet to lift,And the breeze is thundering byBut you are hiding in layers,Of blankets pulled chin high.Sleeping, and dreaming,With a serenity that keeps you safe.A smile upon your face.Prince Charming's on his way.No need for silly standards,These times are just for you,These times keep you sane.These times keep you true.
Done. Over. Gone.No, not ever.I could not go another day,It is but too little,Too late.The woollen jumper need not cover me now.For I am already cold.Taken, and bathed in a relentless shadow.My heart now nothing but an organ.Beating slowly..So slowlyBefore coming to a stop.And with that it ends.Done.Over.Gone.
Never Always..Life is good,But never always,Like a world of tennis balls,We all have our ups and downs,Because nobody's perfect,And yet everyone is.In our own special way,We keep our world turning,In an eternal pattern..Of lifeAnd death.
Keep Your Enemies Close - PrologueThe trees were dank in colour, malevolently swaying in the rough winds. Usually such benign things wouldn't have an effect on Indianna, but in the past couple of days circumstances had changed. War was coming and she knew it, she could smell it. Every time that she recalled what they discovered her stomach dropped.Her eyes adjusted from the view out of her window to the reflection that was sprayed across the glistening glass. Such beauty, red, luscious; petite lips, huge brown eyes that begged for attention; high cheek bones and a nose that gave away her Spanish heritage. Indianna's long, thick, brown locks hung across her voluptuous breasts.'Heart-breakers', was the term she jokingly used as she contemplated her body. Was it vain to accept she was good looking? She had never been one to hide from the truth. Though now, she wished she could.See, the department of intelligence that she worked for had been tracking the movements of the five most wanted persons in the world. Six years