Two

The halls are filled with whispers.  Secrets of love, sex and drugs, but none of passion, lust and escape.  Its as if we live in world where we have to find the fault in everybody, as if nobody has any good left in them, the good left in innocence's past.  I walk the halls according to procedure, according to habit.  Never out of curiosity. But what the most confusing thing of all is that we look to other people as the instigators of the faults, we never look at ourselves.  And I think that is what is truly wrong with society.  Refusing to take the blame for our own wrong doings.