Jadzia Dax,

I ran out of words that mean things

I don't know if it's sadness or love

or if these things are one in the same

I thought Tundra

I thought about the Eagle Huntress

I thought about digging for gold eggs

or maybe I mean burying?

either way I exist in a kind of

twisted limbo

immobilized by something

stranger even than myself

I watch movies and wonder

Will this matter in 20 years?

Will I, to anyone?