In a place so big, we can still be alone.

Dreams are of the known, while reality is of the unknown.

The skin can falsify.

There are times when the largest stage is filled by one.

Is there such thing as an honest lie?

We cast a shadow that varies of ourself. In some forms it is a dark reflection. Other times it is a elongated form and at times a shortened form. Though it can even be nothing more than the dirt we stand upon. We too vary with our shadows. Yet, do not forget who you are and who your shadow is.

It is not until we alone that we are truly defined.

Needles needless to say puncture our skin so deep, needless needles puncture our wounds deeper.

When is it enough

We cross these fields in merry fashion only to lay waste upon the other side. Nostalgic joy filled discussion prior to mass destruction.

Exceed all borders

We all share some traits

Strength in all

The world is empty far more than we know