I am walking down the street. My shoes making

I am walking down the street. My shoes making a soft cuffing noise on the stone walk way. The sky is an empty vastness of black. Where are the stars? Where all the people?

"hello?" "Hello?" i called out. no reponse. i pinched my arm,trying to wake myself out of a dream. if this was one. it wasn't. i walked to my favorite bakery, closed. what happened

to everyone? Why is my city completey desert except for me? I walk around the corner to where my bestfriend's house used to be "Hello, Ashley?" I screamed out. No one answered then

to focus that my life could possibly be in danger and i have to find a way to survive and get out of this torture that im in and this strange evironment that im in also

this strange story that im in and then when im out of the story looking in im gonna rewrite it to focus on someone else someone outside is gonna be inside, That someone is you!

How nice it is to talk to you, my friend. I've missed you (even though we just met) its like the carly rae jepsen song, "before i met you i missed you so bad," my dear

Annabelle you are my everything. You may not know it , but you are.

I mean, who cares if I have at least two hundred framed photographs of you in my bedroom, and they're connected in grids of colored yarn symbolizing your inner thoughts in each

stage of our imagined relationship. Sometimes I tangle myself up in the yarn and imagine I'm a fly caught in the web of your love. Then I pin it all back together again.