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The Sharpest Lives Well it rains and it pours When you're out on your own, If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes? An abyss of pure darkness surrounded me. There was no air, no light, no ground for my feet to stand firm on. It was nothingness. There was no sound to break the silence; and quietness is always horribly loud to me. All of a sudden, as though the room was being lit with overhead lights, the shadows no longer cloaked my view. In front of me were two people; a man and a woman. The man had long white blonde hair, and his slanted, blue-green eyes popped out more so than any of his other physical features. A crisp, blac

Sympathy He was always my big brother; the very person that knew my demons, my desires and my imaginings, and the heartaches that gripped me from time to time. He was a living, breathing journal, its pages awaiting me; the pen, to fill it with a record of my life. He was my confidant, since the day I was born. Even as an infant, he would never leave the side of my cradle, or bed as I grew older, until school tore us away from each other. His hazel eyes, luminescent even in the daylight, alien to those who had never truly seen beauty, were always packed with mystery and enchantment; a regular fairy tale. Those eyes were the only trait that h

The first time Gerard met Frank, it was nothing ideal, perfect or even something either of them wanted, which at the time was so obvious that looking back on it now, Gerard cringes. He was this awkward, adolescent, this semi-adult. He was 'The Man in the Basement' and he embraced that label, that tag that the people in town had given him. Gerard didn't leave his house, not often, not frequently. Not on demand or by request, but only when he so felt like it. On occasion, on a very rare occasion, Gerard would wrap himself tightly in black scarves - three at the least, all different shades of charcoal, and a long black trench coat with shiny, p