Mar 6, 2005


there was nothing left to do but stare.just stare.

i couldn't come any close.
i SHOULDN"T come any close.

the warmth might just end up burning me.
my eyes are already hurt by just staring at it.
but if only i could...

just for a minute.
a second, even.

my insides are battling it out.

torned heart screams a moment's warmth
that gray material stuck to my head wars not to.

i have no idea where to stand.

a lone island
yes, i am.

a bottomless pit of ideas
yes, i am.