And, then there were none.

First there was one.
Then there was two.
If she was there,
she'd make it rhyme with you.

I quite love her.
Perfectly balanced, is the relationship.
Perfect.

I want to watch a movie about a man who wants to sleep with his daughters friend, and a boy who wanders around with a camera.

I wonder how people deal with loss. It seems awfully frightening.
I feel great busts of hatred, and its not without target.

'You wear nothing, but you wear it so well.'
Sometimes, there's just much too much beauty.

I broke small parts of two of my teeth. Guavas don't like me.
Neither does happiness nor that single thread of thought.

For, then there were none.

Many days have passed.
Oh so many things have taken place. And yet, almost nothing.
Some get married. Some decide never to.
Its most amusing.

Thought has reduced in large amounts.
It will soon be the end of an era.
I wish to mock, but am unable to.
Thought, as an ability is finding its way out.