I’m alive but parts of me have died and I don’t believe they can be resuscitated. Maybe it’s the med’s the Doctor prescribed to make sure I’m not too cold that has kept me lukewarm or maybe the excitement has just burned out of me before the candlestick has had it’s last flicker? I don’t know all I know is I just exist in this inner world with a fear to let out the excitement that I’m burning to share with others …or am I? For the inner world is the safe place to keep them so I won’t be that odd child I was when it was alive.