Death (xvthedevil) wrote, @ 2004-12-06 17:06:00

So I sit there. My head passively thudding. My eyes unable to focus. I will the time to pass. The room is heavy and hot, but fresh air is so close. I look around the way I always do, the constant observer. I see him sitting there. And part of me wishes I knew him. What is he like, what does he do. I don't want him in any romantic form. He simply intrigues me. There's a whole world right there, and he's the doorway in.

But I'm dead to that world.

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