La Poema: A Journal of a Poet, a Lover, and a Lost Soul
You have entered, the journal zone. You may experiance a bit of weirdness and displacement...
Metal
Everything around me, So full of emotion. Why do I feel so empty? So dull? Mothing fitting into place. I move through the halls mechanically. A robot. Everyone else is human. I am lifeless metal. No heart. No mind. No soul.