two fight. running the same path on this 2 dimentional page. 2 dimensions, what dimensions could those be? pain and sorrow? are those dimensions? they are what the two struggle through. brilliant color of the path to confuse all who look on. nothing is as it seems. no one suspects, but the 2 know. as they push through the chaotic world. exploding every few feet with an apocalypse of emotion. joined by others on ocation. but they leave. only the two are stuck here. leaving a path pf pain, tears, blood. trace it. its dazzlingly colored. dont look too long. dont get lost. dont get sucked in. the two try and connect. they do connect, but only on this flat plane. they lack the 3rd dimension, they lack... eachother. they lack a friend. they lack someone to confide in. something is always in the way. a static line neither can pass. what is this static that holds them together yet apart? why do they not fly apart. or better yet fly back to the world that shunned them. to the world that says dont feel this way. but it is your world that makes us this way. we do not choose this life. it is chosen for us. so what is the static? what is the line? they try on ocation to get free. with a quick burst of power, but why do they fail. is that it? they are failures? broken. pandora's box. broken open. so many emotions, so much pain. not just broken, but broken open. the result. fear. fear of what? letting someone in. letting them see the page, the pain, the ugly. but without ugly then who would appreciate the beauty. so close. they are both within the static center. both realize the pain the hurt the inner ugly of themselves. of everyone. everyone has this, dont they? or is it just me. for i am the ball, bouncing along this page. so close. reaching out. but my arms can only reach so far. searching for the other arm. is it there? be there. if not i will simply continue on this path on my page. if you need me, you know where to look, just follow the blood.