The sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts. Regularity defining perfection. Neither sorrow nor contentment. Whispering emptiness.. . Frail words collapse.
(to Stephanie for undying friendship). . did you ever see me. or could you even see at all. i looked at your cold white face. so still, so empty. yet i knew you were at rest.
94 hours of regret for me to realize what I held. Unfading beauty, not just a face. .... . I held its innocence within my heart. .... Go!. .... No, I won't let go.