My heart? There is poison, ice and death where it once resided. I am the walking and rarely talking jigsaw made of confusion – over who I might end up being once they fall into place, clicking, snapping shut. Will it be a cage to hold me? Or will I be free…

See this?This piece is anger, this piece is pain, this piece is sadness… sometimes they are memories, sometimes they are just feelings. They are puzzle parts to a person who was and is Lorien.

So how can you ask for my heart, for love, for friendship without putting me together first.

Lorien, my Belf DK.