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About:

Usually I see cities in others' eyes. But hers were lost and in them only vast wilderness. She was stringing stars to hang on trees when I met her. To me they were more civilized, to her they were the brightness she'd been longing for.

...if I can't find the sea, will you take me there? I still know you by name.

I'm no one in particular --just a stranger that weaves himself into your earnest subconscious with carefully chosen but scarcely understood words.

I'm dormant not vacant, I have a penchant for logic, my sleep patterns are horribly irregular, I drink my coffee black, I hate having my picture taken, I hate ties, I appreciate philosophy, and I always fall I love with someone I can't have.

I'm Michael. Y'know. Just your average twenty-one-year-old.