from p.1 on Mon., Oct. 20th

• I sat there, just sat, my mind
  locked up by my heart was
  raging.
  My heart wanted something
  love?
  honesty?
  anything...
  
  I watched as her lips touched his:
  cold...
  
  I could see the ice drip off them.
  I hoped my mind was playing tricks,
  but my hope was betrayed by the truth
  and the truth was betrayed by love,
  its best friend.
  
• I had anticipated the
  happiness and true joy.
  
  It was breath-taking.
  
  Everything was beautiful.
  
• Born between Aids
  and 9/11 my
  generation has
  experience with
  trauma. Numb
  from the
  diseases cast upon
  the Earth