Have you ever felt utterly lost for thought? An urge to act, boiling in your center, but in your mind... The only thing you can find is the question that leads you back to where you started in the first place. In this case, what is my meaning? As melancholy engrosses my being, I search for a feeling more than just the buzzing in my face, or the pressure in my temple. It's supposed to be simple, after all, they're still just symbols we made up in the first place? Stemming from a need to communicate, but it's become so complicated. I'm contemplating ways of connecting with you, but the medium seems inescapable... will anyone ever really know me? No... just the bits and pieces I allow, details seamlessly left out of the shadow, as if all you ever knew was the light. I know it's cliché of a Scorpio, to act like I know how to get inside locked doors, but you'd never even realize that I've already seen past the lies, your eyes speak worlds beyond the minds filter. And I'm so tired... of trying to be honest and getting punished for it. But giving you what you desire is satisfying, even if it's all just an illusion. As if you don't know it's a fake... you've just convinced yourself that it's better this way, cause romance is defined this particular day and age, by mermaids, and beasts, and the ***** industry. I've given in enough to know, it's ******* difficult to try something new, but jealously is a toxin created inside of you. We were never meant to own one another, just to love one another, but what is love when just being together isn't enough? You want to know me, you gotta know you, otherwise you're undeserving, and I'm sorry if that's cold, but my time here is precious, and if I don't find my way out of this soon... she may just pass me by...