looking around i only see space and nothing to fill that with. empty. no matter how many things i put in, it always seems to be empty. soul. its starving. starving for attention. im an attention slut. craving. craving for the special someone to come sweep me off my feet and take me somewhere only me and that person can be as one. i want so much. im given so little. ill take whatever i get. and i want you. ----------- only if it really rained men.. * It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.*- Henry David Thoreau