Lindsey: Questioning it all. To look is to gaze upon a
soul that has no meaing. Forgive me, is something that
you'll never do. Soulless bitter raptured by your pain.
Shattered fragments reflect upon your face. Tortured
thrown apart. To pick up the pieces of something lost
long ago. Could blue eyes be so empty beneath. One more
day and I'll be dead. A little more each day your hate
creates a hole inside your heart.
Justin: "i am no longer sure of what i wanted to be, what
i wanted you to be. but we are broken now, and all i can
think of is 'wasted.' the tone of an undialed number is
my best friend. replace bent laughter with tears. this
contract tears me apart. and i wish that i could write it
over again, and forge our signatures. at least that was
i'd know we both were lying, and not just you anymore."
^^ originally a poem by a friend.
Stephen: small jestures to show what you are made of. i
try to live poetically. two-hand-touching with the safety