I was always attempting to fade into the crowd. Picking sides or choosing ideologies. Deciding on favorite movies, and songs, to define who i was as an individual.

I always tried to rationalise my bad decisions using logic, and situational miracles as examples that very rarely came to be.

I was living a lottery, in solitary confinement.

I drew doors on walls, in which everyone knocked, and thought, that no one answered.  

Now i am the last one left, and refusing to answer the door, unless you call first.

I needed the wanderers, the observers of the world. The passionate surfers of the blur... writers of life, who ****** in the flames, rubbed scars together, and faded into the mange ...of sleepless nights,  in which i fade no more, as i open the door,  to myself.