Sometimes I like to believe that we, the people of the world, are all personally living at the bottom of our own little well. Each and everyone of us. And yes, we can hear and we innately know there are other wells with other people. But we can't really get close enough to know them. Even the strongest of us can't quite scale that wall to get us up and over the brink to see those living around...

He’s still my inspiration, still the words under my nails. Maybe it’s like a manga story after all, I mean, he is like a muse, I see life somewhere in his face. So, like in my beloved manga, I have to move on, I have to feel that I am better then this. I suppose I do after all, I feel like I have lost what I saw in him and that, in itself, is very sad. Perhaps with that feeling I thought was...

It is hard to explain, the difference that occurs from soul to body. It's hard to be and exist in the alternate world a mind struggles to sustain. Art; a beauty, a blissful escape from what life forces us into, what society expects. If only one could be drown in the desire to be part of something more, to be with what is greater then yourself and the lies around you.I imagine a world where there...

He's going away; tomorow. Then that's it for us, for him. Dan. Leaving, gone from my future. If only it was also my mind. He intends to die, that is his aim though I refuse to believe it. He's tried to have me accept the money that will come of it but truthfully, how could I? What could ten thousand dollars compare to the loss of Dan.It doesn't.Nothing does.Six years; it's not so impressive...