more than once i've heard "there's no one out there quite like you". obsessed with the darker things in life, deep in a well of isolation and desperation. i've never known life outside that well so i've made do with it. i'm a wanderer. no one ever gets to know me well enough to know better. it's a tinted, bullet-proof 6 inch thick plexiglass bell jar covering the thornless rose inside my heart. someday my arthur will come and effortlessly lift the lid just like excalibur was removed from the stone.