Somewhere along the way, things turned from a sunny yellow to a cluster of verbs, adjectives and facts.
The smooth edges of childhood became a tear drop of maturity.
Gone, were the echoes of hear-says, murmurings, and words of wisdom that came from the both of you.
One voice lies silent; a place of sleep inside a world of cement.
Oh yes, I hear the other voice. It seems to be locked inside the lacelike sleep of lost minds.
What did you say?
Oh, that's what I thought you said.
No, I was not prepared to stand upon the stage alone.
