Baby, Please Stay... A tiny human. That's what I am creating now. Every breath I take, any food I eat, all the precautions I take is only to keep you safe. I need you just as much as you would ever need me. I imagine what you look like every time I close my eyes. Your tiny hands wrapped around my finger, your brown eyes sparkling like the gems they are. All I want to do is smell you, feel your weight in my arms, your warmth. But single day I feel a tremendous pain, from knowing you're sick. I won't ever get to hold you, hear your screams or bathe you. I won't ever be able to kiss your soft cheeks, or just stand over your crib to watch you sleep for hours. And the pain inflicted by that knowledge is more than my heart can bear. But still I cherish every single second I have you inside me. You're safe there. I feel your tiny feet kicking me, letting me know you're still alive. You make me nauseous in the morning, just to tell me that we need sustenance. You make me sleepy to remind me that we need rest. You'll be the most live memory I'll ever make. I love you with my entire body, heart and soul. Please stay. I'm begging you. Just stay with me. Hang in there.

The End World War III is now ongoing. Asians against Americans, Europeans against the now independent Russia. They came to take my brother last night. The armies pick out everyone who is able to fight, and die. They took my dad and mom first. We used to write letters, but I haven't heard from them in four months. Now it's only me and my little sister Heather left. She cries for mom and dad in her sleep. How can I comfort her when I'm as scared as her? We hear the bombs, the gunshots and the screams of women whose children gets torn away from them at the age of ten. How can a nine year old girl be conviced that everything is going to be allright when war is everything she knows?

The Mailman Why did I do this? I turned my #life around to be with you. You were my sun and sky. My#moonand stars. My #life and soul. Now you're gone, and I'm to blame. You slept in your bed, like always. I just wanted to kiss you, but you just started screaming "who are you and what are you doing here?". Don't you know me? I always deliver your mail on time. I'm the one who puts a red rose on your windshield every Friday. I'm the one who made you the CD with our songs that you love. I'm your future husband. Or was. You rejected me. My true love, you hated me. That's why I'm sitting on your bed in your pajamas with your blood all over me while I stroke your back. If I can't have you, no one can.

How Are You? It's been a long, long day. Where were you to help me? It was a hard day. Why didn't you ask how it was? I just wanted someone to see me.

The Soul I am the first and last thought you'll ever have. I am your breath, your eyes, your entire body. I am your heart, your liver, your skin. I am you, the one copy that never dies. Who am I? I simply exist. I am.