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.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
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.
