December 1st, 1999 It’s a lonely time whenever I am without you Courtesy of this thing I call my heart Looking around, I can’t see how anyone wouldn’t miss you To put you in words is only a start There are too many things I want to say of what I feel So I’ll just…

November 19th, 1999 No love. No friendship. No support. No dreams. No faith. When you think about it, life is quite mythical, isn’t it?

September 26th, 1999 Little did she know, I had seen her. Have we met before? Will we meet again? Don’t keep me waiting. Please?

April 19th, 1999 Some days I’m up and some days I’m down. Sometimes it’s yes and sometimes it’s no. Whenever I try to do right, I end up doing wrong. If I break right, everybody else goes left. If I move forward, I guess you’ll choose to stay behind. When I’m dreaming, it feels more…

March 21st, 1999 Whenever I close my eyes I feel closer to something special. I can’t explain it very well, but it reminds me of Christmas, or at least the illusion that Christmas brings. When I think about how slow things have been, I have to remind myself that it’s not my fault. I’ve proved…

November 26th, 1998 The sun came out again, as it always has. Something was different. It was a cloudy day, and as the wind blew by, I felt as if I heard your voice. I suppose it was just my imagination. On days like this I try to think of what we might do. Perhaps…

June 11th, 1998 There’s so much that could be said, but there’s even more that could be, and should be, left alone. Then there’s also what’s being neglected. Left behind to wither and wilt. What are we? Who are we? And why? Why? Once the smoke clears and the ashes scatter in the wind, what…

July 7th, 1997 I toss and I turn in bed. I reach over for a warm body that’s no longer there. No, you were never there. But I dreamt it. It was once so real, so vivid. The smile I saw begins to fade from my memory, and soon I can no longer recall it.…

May 2nd, 1997 Nothing in particular comes to mind. It doesn’t really matter either. That’s the whole idea here. Scattered musings and untraceable thoughts. Sometimes it’s better that way. Living without thinking. Or maybe just living to start with. An escape from the highway-like traffic of the World Wide Web that’s plaguing the world like…

October 10th, 1996 What a pleasant stroll we’ll have… …Just you and I, together.