"Tranquility" Intangible things like love, friends, and memories – they haunt me, as I try to be in solitude. Alone, I am all there is and all there ever will be. My universe is my own and no one else's. It is beautiful although no one else can see it. It is beautiful although no one else can touch it. It is unique. It is mine. It is alone, but it does not despair. For, only in aloneness, can it truly thrive and exist. Creativity permeates its skin, while I sit here. Alone. A chill creeps up my back, but that is only a quality of the physical. My universe is warm, tropical. So much so that even the coldest of dark nights can not effect. Things are quiet here, peaceful, like a silent winter's morning. The only thing I hear is my own universe. All alone. Untitled (Maybe "King Me" if I had to choose a title) As you move closer, I drift farther. I don't know. What to do? What to say? Could I somehow relate the feelings that i have? My hopes and dreams are the checkers on the board. And you just keep saying, "King me. King me." 'till all my little red pieces aren't even mine anymore. My side is lost, your side has won. But now, your side has one. The funny thing is, you sound like you're saying something else -- The faint "King me" which I heard is actually "Marry me" "Love me" "Take care of me" It's all the same My responsibilities are fashioned from the same fiber as the noose that you, oh so cleverly have woven. And as you tied it round, I stared into the ground, knowing full well the scene of a girl so full of spirit and a boy thats been adrift and then my body rushed down, down, down. Comments and whatnot appreciated GC