A fresh new school year
Nice and brisk like a cold glass of iced tea...

Everything happens for a reason
Behind every occurrence, there's a purpose...

I had my eye on you last night
Quite like that statue atop your shelf...

Deep inside the dark depths of my parent's closet...
A box of memories...

Punctured and torn
Sliced to pieces and frayed...

When boredom invades your life
When darkness seems to overpower you...

Without you....
Everything in this world appears so cruel and...