Funny, the things you come across when digging up bits of the past. *shrug* Oddest of things, old memories, moments that were... intense enough to leave scars, mentally speaking. A park at night, with a fist in my hair. A faceless fragment. A knifeblade slid between breasts. A rain-soaked street leading down into town. Following a dying Wolf, to bring him back. Wanting to follow him again, and instead turning, running. Fingernails on skin. Teeth on skin. Blood on my lips...

I think I need to Talk with someone.

Wish I knew who could deal with it, is trustworthy, and is available. 'cos right now, I'm not coming up with any names... just this endless wheel. Sooner or later, everything happens again.