1899-12-31 1200 1.5 1.5 gallons, There are 41 vital points within the body. 1.5 gallons, There are infinite ways of hurting someone. 1.5 gallons, Starvation, heat exhaustion, pneumonia, hypothermia. 1.5 gallons, The most under-looked of all the killers - blood loss. 1.5 gallons. Without blood you are nothing. 1.5 gallons, You are nothing without 1.5 gallons.

I Would Go Anywhere I would go anywhere for you; Climb any mountain. I would do what ever it takes, Just to see you - Even if I have to drag myself across the Sahara desert. I would break the rules, Defy universal laws to impress you, I would give my heart, body, mind, and soul, If you just ask for it. You make my heart sore to the sun and back just thinking of you; I would find any path or trail to see you - Even if I would have to make my own. You are my Juliet, and I am your Romeo, Reading handmade #poems from the grass, Gazing up at your beauty standing from the balcony. I would do all of this and more for your love . . . I would do it all for you.

Don't Leave Yet Don't Leave Yet. Where are you going? "Out." Isn't an answer. Who is she? You left me. Could I ever forgive you? You’re not asking for forgiveness, just your things. How could you? You don't care. Please? Let me hold you one last time. What if I give you everything? But that is why you are leaving, everything isn’t good enough. What if I told you I was to disappear soon, would you stay? Maybe you should disappear. *shing* Don’t. Leave. Yet.

The Lonely Drifter The Lonely Drifter Floating, Shifting to the ground, Very slowly turning brown. Seeing my siblings fall to their deaths, Grieving, Mourning for there early grounding. Watching the savages rack them away, Jumping upon their remains. The only one that sight can see, the lonely drifter I must be. High ways, Back streets, House sides I must roam, To be a drifter is to be alone, The end of my line is near. Hopefully, The bud that replaces me is grateful, For to bear the burden, I must bear, Is to brave a million storms, Clinging to the dreaded Giver. My #life is reaching its' end - Still stuck in the backyard Of the persons' mind. Brown and beaten, Ends missing from my edges. Who would want me, After all I am the lonely drifter, Looking up at the buds on the trees, I am slowly decomposing as spring approaches, And yet I still lie awake. My last few days, I thought to my self, "What is the purpose of a lonely drifter, Am I used for wisdom? Or am I just the Loneliest, Stuck in the corner?" Just how I lived is just how I will die, Resting in the corner with no soul to care for, Or a soul to care for me. I am the lonely drifter.