without the sound of rain she is lazy. without the taste of booze, she's
awkward. without a tan, too pale; without a page to turn,
lonely. without a song to hear she is calm. with no party, she is her
own. without a shower, she's disgusting. without blindness, she's
cute in those glasses. without food she looks like she should eat,
and with no lover,
she is sort of lost. without a smile, she seems depressed. without
kissing she is prude and with no bra she is a slut. without laughter
she is bored. without the ability to remember, she is thankful, as well
as naive. without the ocean she is suffocated, with no future she is
trapped. and without hope, she is most hopeful; without herself, she
is a shell.