tragedy is a state of mind- option seeking, I find - you, staring back at me, the smell of woodsmoke and terror, and pain, ever-present friend of mine. and yet, cherished. Pain is how I know joy is near, hovering in the stage-wings like tomorrow's dream- always present, never found. always reaching out to me. always staying close to me. always present, never found- ever-present, friend of mine. 5.25.02 JV