Aug. 13, 2004 @ 11:59 a.m.

Every time I have to turn away to divert my glance, a voice inside of me screams through pains and anguish. It bellows from inside the messy, mushy walls within me, forcing thoughts through the one part of me that's completely rational. It screams in high pitched, unheard of volumes, "I need to work on staring into your eyes because all the answers that I seek are dancing just beyond your pupils." Touching the highlights in your eyes seem more real than the stars ever have.