I feel lost. I dreamt of it. Useless and reactionary. I'm becoming a chameleon. The cracks and the truth they reveal are showing. The ice I cracking and I'm not even allowed the comfort of earned warmth. I am a thief, nothing I have can warm me.

Stuck, hollow, and alone.
I'm in love with men. I'm always running to the next sage, king, and brother. Can I become this thing I'm loving? Would that satisfy?

This broken, twisted boy. Would he be honest, naked, and true? But they hide their faces in fear and agony. Pushing and shoving me away. I burn too bright.

The Way

There's so much conflict & such an unclear path. My steps are all I truly have. My steps will lead me if I only would heed my mind.

I want to say I understand.
I want to be understood.
I need to be able to disagree.
I need to be able to be free.

A will, a heart, a mind. The tools of my life. Utilize.

Location:Prowler Ave,Oak Harbor,United States

Burning

Fire. Out of control. Consuming, intense and fascinating. Destruction incarnate, clearing a way to rebirth.
Can't help myself but to crave.

Sit back, shut up, look away. Too bright, too hot, too vulnerable. Don't look, can't bear to be looked away from.

Dancing on this borderline.

Location:Prowler Ave,Oak Harbor,United States

Hopeful distrustful

Day about to break as I and the world I've fallen into, fall asleep at last. A day of fate I suppose. An impression here, and an impression or more there. This thing I'm trying to keep alive is catching their eyes it seems.
I have been hoping recently. Disappointment and restriction are the inevitable ends. Loose ends to be tied, and perhaps me into them, by month's end. Maybe later today.

Hoping for so much impossibilty. Yearning for this definition of love. Hating this distrust.

My head really hurts. I'm getting pretty worried about the thoughts and the pain.
Not sure if I'm too ugly to get into the imperfect heaven of 640.
I just have nothing worth saying.

Am I really this broken.
Can I be this selfish?
Am I too fucked up?
How could this have happened?

I'm torn in every direction. I need to breath fresh air. I need something new.

Why won't he look at me? Did I mess up? All I want is to thrive.

Potter, how do I make

My life is like a pond right now. Snow is melting leaving me full after a winter. Cold and stagnant.

SSgt Nap is in some sort of passive state. I'm not sure if it's simply observation or I said the perfectly wrong thing the other day, out of falsly named agee.
I can't catch you.

Forgetting this be my hand.

Location:4th St,Oak Harbor,United States