Love is a dance of devotion, of jealousy, and of revenge.

The salt spells out my demise.

Watching, waiting, and withering away.

Consumerism breeds contempt.

Chivalry isn’t dead, and fear does not cause all the world to cower.

Of blues and greys in Junes and Mays.

That part of her life was over. She was ready to move on. Ready to forget. But for one last reminiscence, she could only spare an hour.

Death, like rain, falls from the sky…

The Strength of a Creature can often be equated with its Weaknesses...

My Own Personal Utopia Within The Depths Of Insanity…

Deliver Me From The Torment Of My Soul...

What happens when the path your on isn't the one that's meant for you?

Those evil words, like acid; they burn. You think not before you speak. But perhaps there's more than meets the eye when it comes to you...

'I dream... that I'm falling. But before I hit the ground, I wake up. What would happen if I hit the ground? Why don't I'

Searching for answers and finding none. We're all looking for the same thing; somewhere to belong.

Clarity is simple. We strive to clarify what we do not understand, or fully comprehend. It embodies complete understanding. But perhaps that perception is unclear in itself.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Still, things are that much more drab and empty when they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend. In Loving Memory of those we have lost.

Thoughts based on my personal experiences on September 11th, 2001