December 28th, 2011

Interesting. When logic’s butterfingers fail to take a solid hold on me, and emotions lash like fire tongues on the sun’s surface, I can sufficiently note evidence to suggest I can half-intentionally commit some form of violent suicide. But again, since rage can blind so well, who really cares, right?

Oh hey, I'm completely alone...

"Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on..."

I'm not here to break your wings.

I'm here to say I changed my dreams --- for you.

"It's not hard to fall if you float like a cannonball...

Come on, courage, teach me to be shy...

It's hard to grow when you know that you just don't know..."