[Echoed]

11th of October, 2002

[font=Arial]When I met you, you were still green. Green with envy? Jealousy? Heresy? And I feel unwanted, undaunted by all the things that you promised me, when you said that I was all you needed, heeded when it counted, mounted into a fight that wouldn't last long enough. But it's not so hard to be tough. All you have to do is breathe and leave behind your mind, your kind, your finds and your binds.


Vaguely reminiscent, luminescent, lunar crescents floated over the things she told me, "Hold me." And scolded trees, folded seas reflected the promises that meant the world, dreams unfurled on sails of my wide eyes, dyed sighs.


Haunted, unwanted, undaunted, I'll leave you there, everywhere. It's just not fair, when you turn on me, burn the sea, learn to see. I want to be more than me, more than you. With more to do, I have nothing to lose, nothing to choose from all the news that announced, renounced, pronounced all my failings on truthless and ruthless unveilings.[/font]


~Echo.-Noct.