Volume 18: Bittersweet

I wish you were stuck up a tree,
Then you'd know it's nicer below,
Don't know any lullabies,
I Don't know how to make you mine but, I can learn,
Most of our lives we try so hard to find the time,
You suffered then, now suffer unto me,
Hear the wind whispering my name,
You can run away leaving everything behind but,
You should look back twice,
Just to be on the safe side,
No harm will come of this one little midnight kiss,
In a big, big way,
I am really small,
I get off my feet,
But I'm still distant,
I wont care for you,
Like I'm really supposed to,
There are things I'll do,
That could really hurt you,
Don't you just love goodbyes?

Volume 17: Humanity

What am I? I am myself,. This Object is myself. It's a shape of myself, a visible self. But I don't feel like I am myself. It's very strange.

Everyone has another self within them. Two figures make one individual. The one seen by others and the one's looking at them.

It's difficult to live with people if you're fastidious. You'll understand that once you discover that you're ruined.

Even if we want to warm each other, the closer we get, the more we hurt each other.

You become uninterested in others but, you hate loneliness.