My Friends Are Dead

Created: 07/07/2008 2:48am

My friends are dead. And, of course, I don't judge the dead any differently than the living. Most of us have had the same dreams, the same hopes, the same thoughts of wonder during the frostbitten night. I sometimes find myself back ...

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Watchful Eyes and Silence

Created: 09/21/2006 2:00am

I've been up all night with intermittent spells of confusion and spinning thoughts that cause an inner stirring, an energy attempting to build momentum of fear and paranoia. The streets are quiet outside with no signs of life. I wonder...

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