coyote1284

That felt good and hurt a bit, too, pouring myself out like that. Had some crazy dreams for going to bed in that state of mind, amplified by the amethyst that sits in my window ledge.

I've come to not like the chamelion side of myself, the part that doesn't care and can go where he pleases, look and act like the rest. I don't like the person I become when I'm able to use somone with no remorse. I'm evolving past that, into someone who'd rather be used and be hurt than cause that pain to someone else. Is this right? Is it making me stronger, or will it kill me? I fear my rage. That monster has not seen the light of day in quite a while, just shadows.
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I am so empthy because my mind is so full. Where are the Thought Police when I'm running stop signs in my mind? Where are you, the one that can wash me clean of the monsters that run free and cras into the inside of my skull, releasing the demons that make me whither as they grow? How long di I wait? As long as it takes. As long as my saity and ego hold out. I can wait. You can never be too late. I don't know if I still believe in fate? Where is your face? Where are your eyes? Eyes as deep as an ocean and the color of the winter sky. You reach into me from many miles away, but I couldn't reach into you if you were here today. So pull me out, push me down, I'll never cry out loud. I'll only create a dark language and a secret smile reserved only for your ears. I'm waiting for another that reminds me of your pout and soul.