You pass us all by. Never heard one word from you, ever. You go abouts your day and then back to your palace. Your palace of death and silence. I see you everyday and when I do, I always say my hello's and such. You're so mysterious to everyone, and I like that. I know you have your ways of communicating.. You write. One day I was running. I ran right into you. Papers flying is all we saw. I said i was so sorry and you gazed at my into my hazle eyes. I look into your light brown eyes as well. You realize that you've spent too much time here and run off. I gather all your papers up and put them into my bag. I follow you, back to your palace. As you oprn the door and run in, I stop in amazementand just look. So dark and medival. I smile and walk out of site from your palace. As I walk home, I read your work. Tears come to my eyes. Your are so beautiful and alone. The next day I did not see you. You must be sick I thought. Two weeks went by and I never saw you. I must know what happened to you. Then I remember that I have your papers and you must of been looking for them I walk up to your palace. As I'm knocking on your door, it falls to the floor. I call to see if you or anyone else is there. Searching all the rooms, I found a letter. A letter written in blood. As I read ittears come to my eyes. I read your story, your story of sadness. But your last few lines got to me. "And away you go... Always been in Hell.. but now, I see you flying in a crystal light blue sky. If only.. And away you go.."
8/11/2003
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