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Laurence, Canadian guitar player. Loves to spend time with friends, watch One Tree Hill, listen to Madonna. Nearly addicted to Facebook and MSN. More?

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Credits

Hosted by: Ida <3 Layout and drawing by: Laurence (me)
Texture 1: Krisnreine
Texture 2: Contagiouz
Background: Obsession
Brushes: Aethereality

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Online since: January 6th 2008

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Photography: Nikon D50
Photo editing: Adobe Photoshop
Html editor: CoffeeCup
Internet browser: Internet Explorer, Mozilla

Poetry

Hope

The rain is falling down on the street,
Pouring as the tears of melancholy
On my face distorted by sorrow.
People come and pass,
Black silhouettes confined to silence.
I'm standing alone on this street,
Cold and miserable.
I don't want to open my eyes,
Don't want to face reality.
I'm drowning in the sky's tears,
Disregarding my illusions for a moment.
And then I open my eyes timidly,
Feeling a presence behind me.
And there you are,
Tending a hand, smiling.
I turn around, looking back,
Back to what I leave behind me.
The shadow of obscurity,
The shadow of what I don't want to be.

What's next?

Telephone call.
A distant voice.
Words, and sobs.
Time freezes.
I wish that this is a nightmare,
I hope that I will wake up.
But I know I won't.
Thoughts slowly reach my mind.
My lips are moving,
But no sound is coming through.
Silence on the phone.
I pronounce some words,
Or I think I do.
I hang up.
Then, I realize.
I realize what happens.
And I wonder,
I wonder what's next.