In a world full of people so lost in the fight I’ve not met another like you, who midst all the crowd stands out in the night...

Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…

Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…

When I was young I was eager and… believing in something came quite… Found new things to conquer and ne… worked hard for perfection most al… Dug through information piled high…

The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…

Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me

Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,

What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…

Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…

Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…

A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…

When your choice is Coriantumr or… does it matter what the answer is? It’s kind of like Russian Roulett… you lose no matter who you get. To die by fire or die by ice.

The deepest hole I’ve placed it i… and covered it with all that’s bee… Then beat upon that grave each day in hope to make it go away. I’m terrified that it will grow,

Can you grasp a piece of midnight, from the furthest reach of the sky… when it seems nothing has gone rig… and there’s no reason why? Can you see yourself from the shad…

I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee