June 12th, 2000
Dear future self...

A spark created an attractive light,
The torch is lit, the path is broken...

In one - life consists of many things,
Of peace - or lack there of...

Tear-glistened eyes stare into mine,
They entice my soul to play along...

I'm locked in a trance,
In the form of a romance...

Tired eyes linger on a lost trail,
A beaten path walked without consent...

You are the wings I need to stop falling,
The dream my life has conjured as perfect...

Where the light hides, dark will follow...
Hide and seek has never been so intense...

I like this feeling
This feeling she creates...

I saw you the other day...
You looked like hell...

A trick on me is a trick on you
Smile to me... please once more...

It crossed my mind once or twice...
I'm not sure if I ever would...