Standing Outside. I come from places you’ve never seen, except perhaps out of the corner of your eye. Places you cannot imagine, except when your dreams turn to nightmares and sleep cannot contain them.
Ever the struggle - and ever more the pain. Never knowing comfort; a terminal refrain.
Time flies, and still we pause to play. Friends die, and still we seek delay. Bathe my brain in hormones - let the chemicals run free. I hope to change my outlook, or maybe who I aim to be! It is not that who I was, was wrong; Not wasted, nor unwell. It was only that my model cried for a story it could tell.
i should wish for something simple! something easy; something sane - i should hope for something common - fed by Fire as well as Flame.