"A man lies in his bed in a room with no door.

He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter.

After spending half his life searching he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring.

He's alive but feels absolutely nothing. So is he?

When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him, by nine he had deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact.

No tradebacks.

So this is what it's like to be an adult.

If he only knew now what he knew then..."

i sat on my bed looking at the gun in my hand...and then i raised it to my head...and then i pulled the trigger...and then i cursed that it only shot water...

lied to once again...once again lied to...its all the same...i didn't expect any truth in her words...they are empty...i should have known that when i read her sisters diary...and she was bragging that she was playing around with the feelings of a former boyfriend...it never occured to me where that would come from...i should have known...but hoped otherwise...

and now they've gone 'home' together...but i don't think i'll call kokomo home anymore...