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predict
In the future, fortune tellers will predict the past because everyone will have amnesia. If not amnesia then it will be a bit like fallout 3 where we all lived in vaults for so long that no one knows what our real past was/is.
sideburns
All I really know in this world is how to be loved. To love someone or something else is a totally different concept you see. As he walked to me, I was confident that he loved me. I saw the beads of sweat rolling down his face, his sideburns and his beard. Maybe I should say it back. I'm sure he will understand. Can he teach me how to love?
despair
As he lays on the park bench, he remembers that he needs to take care of more than just himself. How is he going to feed his daughter? Will there ever be another chance? How can anyone deal with such despair. The great depression of 2036 is worse than the previous 6 years, he can't handle it. He doesn't want to be a disappointment.
mint
In the air, a breeze so soft. The smell of her hair, of mint. As she stands in the door way, he walks over to gentle touch her body. Does she understand the reason for his touch? Does she desire more than his touch?
canteen
Start the fire. Light the candle. Bring us back to the place where I once was. Inside this empty canteen I can see the things I never wanted to. Living outside the dark abyss. Hold me close because tonight is the last night. I set this all on fire.
torch
in my heart, I feel every inch of me beating. I can't believe I saw you and didn't say anything. Please don't call me a child. I want to talk to you. Light my torch and I'll light yours. Please just give me a chance. I know I grasp on to things I'm unsure of, but I'm sure of this. Why else would you say those things to me. My heart is still pounding like lightning and thunder.
booth
In a seemingly long hallway, the words peeled off the walls. Booth. Mail. Phone. Photo. What could they possibly mean? Maybe in another light, the words will be glued back up and the whole picture will make sense again.