No one, not even for a second. But had they amassed I should be silent. Be it so, and my fever discourses this fare. To a surge, a sounding cry. Like a confession, this dark day's crime. Counted, thereof but a shrivel. Naught to a finding, for sore the shallows doubt. Goodbye my friend, much, lest forever doth proceed.

Must I play these games with myself? Lest they aid in my desolation, I need be informed. I laugh at this, I am where I said I would never be. I have none but an existence. Every turn I ache with bitterness. Another sapling, that he may be afflicted to my course. Another lie, that it may ring the heights this soul fetters. All of it. Escape me. He didn't know, but you, you knew. Oh, finally someone worthy; but why you have to code your disinterest intrigues me. A lifetime away and it wouldn't cease... But I may...

And that I may! A quick blow to the side, a weathered bliss of panic. Sieging the steeples of any religious offering... Time and time again.

Your presence is blinding, for only the wind you may confide. With the stillness you breathe, you have consumed yourself. You capacitate everything you are. Must I see nothing? Only to know this, that you have saved me from myself. I need not be so oblivious, but my senses leave me. I don't know much, how can I? But to purge thyself of any feeling, else let havoc take its course. Logic must refine itself to a grain, compacted and enclosed; not to wander into the abyss of disregard! You steadily seem unsure, emitting a fragrance never to touch upon a scent. I have to refer myself to the verse that relieves my insanity. I constantly wonder what would have happened if I got into his car, or his, or his...
But no. I wait here for something that will never happen.
Why? I need a reason to run to the desert....... I also need a reason to stay here.