

on thin iceall around, the thin ice creaks. the tiniest of faults run out in all directions from where i stand like a spider's web. soon, like me, the ice will break, and i will be plunged into the deeper waters the dark places. like the fly, i stand trapped; to move means death, though in stillness it is only a matter of time.on thin ice


happy valentine's day, my lovehappy belated valentine's day, my love. better late than never, right? look what i brought you - flowers and those foreign chocolates that you always liked. even a bottle for later.happy valentine's day, my love
remember how we would sit in my car, drinking that cheap wine and kissing in the moonlight? ever young - in love. i would always bring you flowers the next day or those chocolates, as a "thank you" for loving me.
you still love me, don't you?
as much as you always did? i know
i've never loved you less than i did back in those days. and when i sit with you now,


i don't know what it is...I don't know what it is, but it's killing me. Driving me on, forcing my hand to the blade. Every passed moment is lost forever wasted. But still people love to remind me that I am a waste.i don't know what it is...
I don't know what it is, but even surrounded by friends and loved ones I can't help feeling distant; like they are nothing but figments of someone elses memory someone elses life. And somehow I still have the energy to keep up the charade tell everyone it's ok. Can't a single one of the people closest to me see that I am dying? Are they so wrapped up


love is foreverThe old man looks into His eyes,love is forever
and the first thought that enters his mind is; "My God, this is my death, isn't it? And I only had pudding and chips for dinner, and I haven't put the dog out yet." The expression on the man's face changes from fear to confusion, as the tall, dark-clothed figure simply strides past silently.
The mother - marching other people's children down the pavement in twos, briefly sees the windows to His soul and falters mid-word, as if struck, as she holds His endless stare for a fraction of a second. On He walks; the search goes ever on.


Fractional Friction2 made a handsome pair aloneFractional Friction
tho 1 was on the shelf,
but, when 2 took this loner home
they made the perfect 12
1 stuck like glue
to number 2
2 always followed 1
Like love's young dream,
till on the scene
/ came to spoil their fun.
Forward / went after 1
and placed himself between.
Alas, alack, now 2 looks back
at love that might have been.
For perfect 12, / dozen care -
he cruelly gave a laugh,
and soon reduced the loving pair
to no more than a 1/2
So, numbers all, &
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