GoldenRaven's blog: "And the Games begin"

Compressed within the time abound. Cascading fingers of twilight, Slither tenderly into the maddening darkness. Reach, as I do every day. Touch not the hope of heart. The flame of yester year dwindles not. A place in my soul forever be. Someone I know not. Not really. Yet a lover you are to me. missy By GoldenRaven

Strange how the eyes see only what they wish in hearts. Internet in dreams be that of darkness and deception. Kiss sweet in words of loneliness, yet a cam of fire in other hand. All in good fun, but hearts cry within, rather feable attempts of heatfelt words..I love you, means nothing when it be only a delete button away. ALL should be true to each other or hearts will cry tears of poison, when hate is the outcome. Hands up who has been caught within the web of the net dance, I have and know trust not a heart when all is within the mind.