She told me I could have everlasting dreams of...
There is no better feeling than that of another...

When we find the way we always lose ourselves...
Madness... insanity all these things are found...

I never wanted pain that came with a package
you don't get to choose what you get when you...

A witness to my own feelings and yet I could never...
The torn notebook pages from my later work, carry...

What moments are lost in a book with forgotten...
Were we fools for wanting anything more than what...

Rarity is a value we could never understand
As I can never remember the beginning or the end...

What I wanted as I looked though some old photos...
As I tried to find a different shade of life...

Separated, the isolation proved to benefit me
Eyes served my purpose but even so I could barley...

Something odd colored about our world, life shapes...
The fights that make us stronger, always fade...

The girl you grew up with might marry you someday...
-Marcus A. Blake...

Aside from our first meeting brief talking is all...
She spoke like wind "soft" her words...