Written 6-24-03 (My fathers birthday, and the month of my high school graduation, written with very "teeny" cliche phrases):
A bone chilling sorrow fills part of my heart that feeds off of some unknown anger in the depths of rage. A frustrating and alarming panic ignites the unknown length of my fuse...
Written 8-16-03
It's sick to realize horrible the world can be. A world we have invaded. Capable minds able to lie, deceive, abuse, betray, hurt, and abandon. Love is not something that can be created into truth. It cant overcome sidetracked attractions and lust. Love is a horrible thing to lose, so most never have it. Love fades like color.
Written 6-21-03
The world was a lonely place once. The grass lived among the air, and the Earth's components lived as one. The air took our place and the closest things to us were the things farthest away from us now. The wind would speak to the sun and tell it to run, for a storm was coming. The next path that would lead to a purpose, would make you wander twenty times around the world. Who are we? A question no answer could come from. We are blank faces that have titles and accomplishments in form of words that we tag on our lives and drag behind like rusty cans. We are invading this once solitary vacuous space on Earth to do nothing and not be anything.
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