Hello dreamer, hello dream. Fancy meeting you in this cloud. I thought you'd abandoned me...

He doesn't even know it, but each thing he says is a different knife. As the conversation heats, the wounds grow, and the knives dig deeper and deeper.

We're separate people, with different NAMES. Because, seriously? Three girls, all with your seal of nicknamed conformity?

Because I'd rather talk to you than dream up conversations we've never had.

It's kind of sad when you don't mean anything to the one you thought you loved.

This thing that's happening to you? It's called "life". If you can't deal with it, you don't deserve it.

As the wounds of the dead go unnoticed by all, a lone figure stands crowded by words of remorse.

I'll pull this trigger, as if you care. you just sit, unaware.

An unwritten song
completed by who?
my heart is set,
my mind on you

No one knows when this is over, and this will always live.