| Observations |
Number One She sits there in a daze with her dark brown eyes concentrating on the telivision and this television only with no clue as to what goes on around her presious life. |
Number Two He spits into the ash tray. With a string of saliva hanging from his lip, he raises his cigarette to his mouth and enhales the smoke with no second thought. He puts it out with his last bit of cancer inside of him then walks into the post office with the rest of the living dead. |
Number Three She sits at her computer, living her fake reality. The reality where she is desired and beautiful. Where she has the liking of everyone. The fan blows on her moving her hair to her left side as her eyes glow with no words left to say. |
Number Four She lays on her stomach with a pillow under her chest and her feet in the air. A book that keeps her attention in front of her while her mind races with the winds and the birds in life. She knows who she is and there will be no painted smiles today. |
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Number Five He lays there floating nude in the crystal lake. His body flys across the water as waves flow over him. He blinks twice to wipe his eyes as he floats further away from life. |
Number Six She lays there confused as he gentally kisses her neck. How did she end up like this? His hands travel down her body, stomach and thighs. His lips touch her mouth and she whispers "all for me". |
Number Seven He lays there on his back, eyes closed and thoughts rested. His chest rises and falls to the rythm of his breathing. A smile lays silently on his face and his eyes drift under their blankets of skin. "Sweet Dreams" |
Number Eight They talk about nothing yet have so much to say. They speak of sex and of love and of life yet learn nothing, say nothing except what is obviously already known. |
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| Do you see the beauty? |
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