I don't know.

Maybe the static in my head, or the heartbeat I long for everyday.

or maybe the running my legs like to do, no matter what pain they end up with.

Maybe it's my chapped lips and my oddly shaped head,

-it's like a circle wanting to turn into an oval-

What part of me is actually me though?

Music? No. Everyone loves everything.

The thing that I love, that no one else can like I do though, is Craig.

Pathetic - what makes me, me is my love that no one else can give to him.

No, no, no

there must be more to me.

But what?

The anger that shines through due to family, the scatterness of wantings that surround me,

or maybe, just maybe,

it's everything you could ever think of.

Into one.