I like to poison myself. It gives me health. Sheds strength onto my day. Makes the long boring times flutter away. I'll flutter away, into thin space. In my head, I begin again, waking for the evening. Hungry, foolish, eventful. Full of ***** and surprise. Dizzy, dainty, laughing, tourists go by, blinking their eyes into the distance. Do you ever zone so deep into your thoughts; fear you might get lost? Losing yourself into the day break. All costs for namesake. If I shall die, tell everyone goodbye for me. I've never truly hated anyone. I've been lost, I lose my socks, dreamed of making love on a boat-dock. We'll evolve into something greater, see to it that it goes as planned. Build yourself, create your world, environment is a whirlwind of emotion, challenge, and occasionally suicidal games of the awkward, outcast, *******. Fatherless is quite a strange sort of happiness, no one there to guide me, sister's fail almost entirely. Didn't help much, putting forth the wrong effort into focusing on all the wrong things, tragedies, thrills, scares, chills. Seems unreal. Looking back, wishing I'd been more tactful, nonetheless I love who I am, without those dreadful thoughts, situations, spot of no control and memorizing rebellious on my part, wasn't sure where to start. I have a heavy, dense, intricate heart. Complications make yourself. Take them, make them, break them, start from scratch, scratch your eye patch. Successful endeavors beat you, overcome them. You win again with that awful sly grin.