These are poems about every thing that counts. They are my journey. And hopefully someone's map.

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

Expressive, mocha eyes that show their devotion. A perfect body that would make Michealangelo's David weep. A smile that could melt anyone's heart. Tobias is the epitome of perfection and the object of any girls affections, except for one thing: He's dead.

When Faith has a terrible operation, she counts on her friends to help her through it. But one friend in particular keeps coming back. His visits are usually brief, and always stick with Faith until he comes again. But after she recovers, Faith discovers that she does not remember every detail of them. She then counts on the things remembered from the visits, and strings them together to try to make sense of things, only it boggles her more. Even worse is that the person seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, so she cannot hope to figure it out one day. Unless she goes and hunts him down herself.....

Just a collection of letters I will never give to my crush, that's all. Probably going to tie into a story. 100% real.