His story

Her eyes were more colorful than a rainbow
His eyes felt the clouds
Rain is dry! They declared together
Noah floats away in agony
PK watches in sorrow as Noah leaves as the two look on with out him
One simply does not huster at somebody's tragic story
No, carpe noctem
I know one day his tears will not be out of pity but joy
Do you think that I am going to leave this bug here to die?
Although that may be best for him
If you hear a scream do you listen?
Stephanie from Manhattan did
But only so she could here the paper whisper
Along the blue walls hope still exists
He thought the wool carpet hurt, but looking at those two hurt worse than the wool, even smelling chlorine, tasting acid or hearing a thousand women scream in his ear was worse.
Sinking in quick sand would have been safer for him
Leave what is done back in the krahid
This can be our friendship song
So no, I will not leave this bug here to die on the cold ruthless ground. I will pick him up, we shall fly away together not looking back at the two behind us.


PK