The trees are naked and lonely.

You fascinate me. Some nights I want to rip open your skin and see what you hide from the world. I can expect that it's so much more beautiful than what I have to show, if you could even break through the well rehearsed lines written upon the walls making up who I've become.

Don't expect much from me, because others have taken everything i once carried, shielded by the lining of my circulatory system. What is left won't impress you, darling. I have not what it takes to fathom myself and even if you did, time is not on our side.

"Here am I..."