I remember things that never were. I remember laughter that never laughed, I remember tears that never were shed. I remember philosophies that meant nothing, I remember truths that made no sense. I remember people who were never born, I remember places no one ever traveled to. I remember the sense of purpose that led nowhere, I remember doom that never happened. I remember the life I never lived, I remember the death I never died.
What do I remember? I remember love that came from nowhere, and that... that love was enough that I could make it through it all.
red2tex
4:08pm wednesday, 10th july
you have an amazing mind, I have a brother with mental illness I was looking for info when I came across your poems I am facinated and sadden
Julia Darkness
3:38am tuesday, 16th july
I'm very fascinated by the human psyche, I've spent the last hour becoming lost in your entries. I think you're a very interesting person.
red2tex
Julia Darkness