I'm sorry to say you don't know me. You say I'm a good person, while I look you in those reflective eyes. Glossed to the point I can see my lies in your eyes.

**** myself, get money. ****** out of my mind. Following a passionless dim ******* color. Unfulfilled to the point of ******* myself

That indescribable feeling.

I've been inhuman for so long. And suddenly I fall in love again. Not with a person, but with a feeling. Now I am stuck somewhere else in my head, for once in what seems like forever.
And now it has gone again, I'm on the floor writing of something that has fluttered away. Like a secret that can never be a secret again.

I spoke to her yet again.

I've seen all that she can do even though I've only ever seen her once. I've heard promises and spoken words. They slide off her tongue as smoothly as the genuine truth, but it isn't the same as when I first met her.
I've come to terms with no longer knowing who she is, but the fact that I can still read her like the palm of my hand has me asking why I still speak to her.

I'm fully in control of the outcome, but I'm still lost. Engulfed like a moth to a flame, dying slowly knowing that I know her better than I know myself.
I'm a fool.

Maybe we're afraid there will never be a catastrophic event that ends all of us together. Maybe we're scared of a normal life, a normal death. We want things to end in a crash of absolute chaos. We don't want to go quietly in the night. And by we, I mean me.

A slight slip of the fingers, like an ocean, as the sky is filled with wind in every which direction. I let you go, like a cast of a sail.