I Want Life And In All Its

I Want A New Past,new Memories, A New First Handshake With Love. I Want To Start Over In Every Possible Way.

Deep Under Our Feet The Earth Holds Its Molten Breath, While The Bones Of Countless Generations Watch Us And Wait.

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.

My "heart". Does That Pitiful Organ Still Represent Anything? It Lies Motionless In My Chest, Pumping No Blood, Serving No Purpose, And Yet My Feelings Still Seem To Originate Inside Its Cold Walls. My Muted Sadness, My Vague Longing, My Rare Flickers Of Joy. They Pool In The Center Of My Chest And Seep Out Of There, Diluted And Faint, But Real.

We Have To Remember Everything. If We Don't, By The Time We Grow Up It'll Be Gone Forever.