He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain

within me, without me I miss youseeking secrecy of feelingthen so callous when it comesendearing charm, your nature, and mine togetherWell aware you have othersBut that you wanted one like me surprises mereserved a special place for me, in...

Here in the internet,we have everything.From serious to silly things.To pictures of cats and famous beings. Can we interest you in anything at all?How about a place to vent and feel whole?We can fill up your empty void. Or slowly destroy...