This is my voice, my words.
I want this to burn, to watch it die.
Then start again and grow.
Let's breath.
In. And only, in.
Okay. Now out.
Did you feel that?
Was it pleasent?
Did it make you work?
Try it again. Breath. Think.
Feel.
It's life.
The last time we met, we lived.
Now let us
die.
Did you? I don't believe you.
Would you drown?
Would you breed cancer?
However you leave me, were you happy?
Did you regret?
Wish you were a better child?
a better friend?
Current Residence: Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Favourite genre of music: I'm up for anything. Favourite photographer: Paul Butterfield (www.exiledreplicant.com) MP3 player of choice: Buy CDs!