This is where we go our seperate ways. Aware of the almost feel of his hand on my arm when he pulls me back to him and says, "Yes." I look at him, unsure of what he's saying yes to. "The questions you asked earlier, about wanting to settle down, start a family, see my family? Yes. Yes to all of it." I try to swallow but can't, try to speak but the words just won't come. His hands sliding around me, grasping me to him, he lets go of the vial, allows it to fall, to crash to the ground. The sparkling green liquid seeping out all around as he says, "But mostly yes to you.

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

There are only two emotions. Love and fear.... Love and fear is all there is == Everything else is just an offshoot motivated by those two.

Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.

Some may say I'm perceptive" "And what would you say?" I ask, my voice edgy, tired of being toyed with. "I'd say I agree.

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.