nausea. 
TenseAnd at the same time, everything I feel and think and know are trying to explain themselves, trying to get out and to make sense.
Its nauseating.
Unknowable ManHow is it to have lived as this man? To have walked and breathed as this man, To have lived and died as this man?Unknowable Man
His body is thin and tired, topped With wispy threads of white hair. A fragile face concealed by a wiry beard, Cracked skin dissolved by a life time of smiles and frowns.
Through his blue eyes shines the dim light of a man without a spark. He is worn and aged and sick; soon He will be gone.
Someone might weep for him, might mourn his death. A family left behind, left to flood his grave with a thousand tears, Though in time they will dry their ey
Simone - working title He sat before her blue eyes and a lifetime of words spilled from his lips. He spoke freely, without thinking, telling her how it was exactly that he had come to be in this particular place, at this particular time. He told her all of his secrets, his fears, things he never said aloud before, without missing a detail. Memories floated around her in the breeze like so many soft feathers, and she absorbed them with a beautiful curiosity. When he began to run out of things to say he spoke of the crispness of air, and how he had never tasted air so fresh and so new.Simone - working title
Finally,
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i was looking for another you when i looked round you were gone
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Merry Christmas!
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"Why do we fall?"
"To pick ourselves up."
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