And he looked far into the horizon, thinking, feeling, remembering. (Heidi, 01/02/1999)

"Will the leaf be lonely? Can it control its life, or does it just float in the direction of the wind. Has it been trampled on, stepped on, spat on... Has it been picked up and admired, then tossed back into the heap?" (Alex, 02/02/1999)

And he grew more depressed with every thought. (Heidi, 02/02/1999)

He had been alive. He had a soul. He had meaning. And now it was gone. His life was like the spring time rain, rejuvanating, pure. And now all that was left was the grime of yesteryears. Of the friends he left behind. Who had left, somehow, without reason, without words. Those that he had lived with, spent time with in his earliest days and slowly faded into the miasma his life had turned into. The empty void had once been filled with boisterous joy, but now it was a black hole, sucking away at his existance, making him a shadow, a spectre of what he once was. A life full of joy. A family that loved him, he had taken for granted. Friends who needed him, who he ignored, continually searching for more, as if he would file them in his great book of life. A book now torn and old and worthless. He had searched for that one true friend, when all he needed was all that he already had. He did not see. He was blind. The friend he wanted never came... (Alvin, 03/02/1999)

All of sudden, he realised that his thoughts weren't coherent. He shook his head and sighed. He stood up and lightly brushed the sand off his pants. Bending forward ever so slowly , he picked up a stone from the shore, and clutched it tightly in his hand. He was aware he had a choice. One of brooding over his past, or one of just letting it all go. With all his might, he threw the stone into the sea.(Eileen, 04/02/1999)

The stone hit the water and sank into the depths below... then he turned around to leave his frustrations behind. As he raised his heads to the heavens one last time, he sighed. Then he began to move. Just then he saw her... (Al, 05/02/1999)

He saw her...*blinked*...and she was gone again. The wind blew strong and fierce and cold. His hair whipped about, waving madly in the centre of the tempest. Trudging through broken leaves, he walks along a path cracked by infringing tree roots. His heart breaks, his thoughts jumbled. He wants her to come and make it all right. But he knows she will not. Or cannot. Or... (Peter, 14/02/1999)

Or worse/What heaven's curse/Divine the path he swallowed/The bitter pill he followed down the beach/Each roar but an echo/Each sea-nymph's kiss but a damper/duller/cold shower/to decorate a cheek of scars/power/less to cleanse the reek of falling stars/burning down beyond his reach/the end?/it came softly upon him/like the rocks upon the sea/not a friend/in high places/to peel the scab/the thin veneer/what trickles benediction down the stony beach/what heaven's tears? (Joshua, 14/02/1999)

But she said she'd wait. Wait for me to return. How lost I am now, with no real purpose in life. Sure, there's jobs to do and school to attend. but that sucks. i thought we had an understanding, I thought we had feelings. But maybe what I thought was wrong. and so I fall, into one of your books, merely another conquest; another bad memory. But I still love you. (John, 24/02/1999)

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