Memories. The things that haunt you. It's funny, I am way different in my dreams than in real life. For example, in real life I LOATH being touched by people I don't know. It's a fact many of the people around me have come to ecept. But it is interesting that my dreams are different. For example, the one I was having last night. I can only put in to words bits and pieces of it, but I remember sitting on a bed, and on the floor was a girl of hoom I had never seen before. She was talking to me, and I was responding, as per usual. As I remember it continuing, she got up onto the bed and was within touching distance. For me, that is the max I usually let people aproach me. Then for some reason I was cold, or it was getting cold, I don't remember exactly, but she picked up the blanket and wrapped it around the both of us. Now normally this would get a "What the hell?" reaction from me, but in the dream I was cool and casual. I remember the warmth of her skin. It was like fire! But I was comfortable, and I seemed to be happy. Then, I did something that I find it extremely hard to do even nowadays. I wrapped my arm around her. Thats where the dream eds, but you get the point. Oh ya, and there was something about a starship crashing, but I don't remember much...

It just goes to prove there is more inside this hollow shell than most people realize. Which remids me of a poem I wrote. You should read it. Behind these hollow eyes...

Well, I'm signing off for now...

UPDATE: Oh ya, and there was something about a couch...