While I stood there- I swore I saw you sitting, waiting too, but you had long hair (which would be strange, even for you)- And when you did passes by I realized that it wasn’t you- But oh- did I wish it was you.
I am not afraid to live- for I have lived. I am not afraid to die- for I have died. All I can do- when faced with oblivion, is stand with my arms outstretched- and fall.
I burned my hand making Christmas cookies for my small chosen family- hoping that it is enough to thank them for keeping me from falling headfirst and loosing myself to my own mind.