I am a writer. A writer that cannot find the words to write down this emotion. A writer out of many. I am not unique or special. I don't stand out. I'm just a writer with a head full of words and a soul full of feeling. I'm your everyday human.

Medically, i'm boring.
Socially, I'm entertaining.

I write while others sleep or fill their lungs with love.
I think while others talk.
I laugh while others cry.
I breathe while most stop.
I'm alive, weather it feels like it or not.

But, least importantly, i'm just a writer.
A writer with a head full of jumbled words and a soul filled with both love and hate. A body that feels numb and a heart for a home with a draft coming in due to little insulation. I'm a tad bit bitter, but aren't we all? I'm far from joyful, but most are now a days.

People change and so does this world.
People are at war with themselves.
People are disgusting.
But i'm a writer, not a person.
I'm a human, not a number.
But to most, i'm just there. Nearly the background music to their lives.

To me, I am a wall. No one gets in and no one can break it down. People have tried, but never succeeded.
I am damaged.
I am a writer.

To some, I am a friend.
To others, a stranger.
To very little, a lover.
To one, a hate.

But I am not any of those things.

I am flesh. Bare to the whole world.
Bare *****.
Take a peek inside, you'll see.

People say they're a lot of things. But realistically, in the end of it all, we're all dust intertwining in eachothers specks.
Holding hands as the ship goes under.
All claiming we're the captain.
Where'd the individuals go?

Well, i'm right here. Standing alone. Waiting for something that is actually nothing.
To me, I am an individual.
To others, I am everything else.
To the world, i'm almost non-existant.

I don't search for anything.


But for now, I walk this Earth like many others.
I am just your average person.
Just another writer.
I am just bones and flesh, covered by a sickening disguise.

People say beauty is everywhere, but that's only to the naked eye. Take a look around, you'll see.
Take a look around in me.
Beauty can't be seen by anything.
It's hidden beneathe the depths of the oceans and the heart of the world.
It's hidden within everything.
Beauty is out of reach.
The world is too covered to see it.
We made it this way.
We made this world ugly.

But what do I know?

I am just a writer.
Your average joe stranger.
I am your sleepless dream.
I am your weakness.
Your strength.
Your hate.
Your love.
Your entertainment.
But I am not yours.
I am not anybody.
I am me.

I am an individual and this is why I stand alone.
I am content.
I will manage.
The world will still spin round, once i'm gone.
Aswell as once we're all gone, because the world waits for no one.

Some called her love, I called her lucifer.

Why take off your shoes if you can't stay forever?

You left me to fend for myself, so here I go, swinging. Just me against the world with my back against the ocean. No reason for fear. Just a smirk. If I go out, i'm going out with a bang.

She looks at me through the curtain of her hair, unsure of why she feels the need to.
She thinks about me when it's quiet, only leaving herself with wonders.
She dreams about me once she drifts away to dream world, waking up the next morning only to give her head a shake to get me out of it.
She kisses someone else and compares it to mine, wishing it wasnt a habit.
She lays in someone elses bed, starring at the ceiling, feeling uncomfortable without my arms wrapped around her.
She thinks about me without realizing she does, giving herself **** for it once she catches herself.
She walks a certain direction or way, just to get my attention.


She is sweet.
She is kind.
She is beautiful.
She is funny.
She has a smile that could outshine the sun.
She is talented.
She is charming.
She is loving.
She is caring.
She is intelligent.
She is anything and everything.
She is a drug.
The worst kind.
Stay away.


She was once my heart.
She was once my home.
She was once a lot of things.
But most importantly, she was my once my beautiful girl,


Now, she is nothing but a stranger.
A stranger that happens to know everything about me.
She is now just another person in the world who learned how to protect others from the bad stuff.

I learned to never trust strangers.

"Babe"
She said out of breath, rapidly breathing out the love in her lungs.

"Yes?"
I said as I slowly kissed her all over.

"I want to stay here forever with you."
She said as she quickly, yet softly kissed my lips.

"We can."
I said as I leaned my forehead against hers, gently caressing her every inch with my finger tips, finding it harder and harder to breathe by each growing second.

"You promise you'll never leave?"
She said with a deep breath quickly following after

"I'll never want to."
I promised.

"I love you"
She said.

Than she disappeared and I stayed right where I was.

I promised.