morning sunlight creeps upon skin, almost as slowly as i do. teasing fingertips crawl te h heir way up, a hip the beginning and no end in sight. a line of fire burns where a trail is made. flames draw and then map to gold gold. no adventurer'd dare stop til it's found. and i will never stop. --- --- --- --- -- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---- ---- ----- --- --- --- ---