"A Band Aid Over A Bullet Hole"
In the pursuit of individuality I have become so involved with the definition of my name that I have burned the candle from both ends, to its center. Leaving me only with the smell of my own flesh as a sign that I have gone too far, in too short a time. I would assume that not everyone paces themselves the way I do (I haven't met anyone yet). But now, instead of leaving it where it lies, I have decided to light another candle.
The pace will continue, until I am either dead or finished. So the box of candles will stay in the nightstand and the matches will stay in my pocket. And if you come by and smell the flesh while walking past, don't be concerned, it is merely the name defining and redefining itself.
In the pursuit of individuality I have become so involved with the definition of my name that I have burned the candle from both ends, to its center. Leaving me only with the smell of my own flesh as a sign that I have gone too far, in too short a time. I would assume that not everyone paces themselves the way I do (I haven't met anyone yet). But now, instead of leaving it where it lies, I have decided to light another candle.
The pace will continue, until I am either dead or finished. So the box of candles will stay in the nightstand and the matches will stay in my pocket. And if you come by and smell the flesh while walking past, don't be concerned, it is merely the name defining and redefining itself.
royal:
Once you start something it is fu*king impossible to concentrate on ANYTHING until you are satisfied...isn't that how everyone is??? That's how I am...wait a minute is that odd?