Walking On...

Well, damn.

I sort of dislike how easily you can say things, when I struggle so hard to get it out.

“If time is all I have, I’ll waste it all on you.”

When your voice fades, when you look out into that crowd if people, cheering your name, remember my face. Maybe I’ll be part of that crowd. Maybe you’ll spot me, amongst the strangers who know nothing of the person they hrar sing. When you’re up there, standing above a crowd of millions, don’t forget to smile.

Yeah… I think so, too.

You don’t want to forget life.

You just want to leave behind the feeling of struggle that tears away at you, every moment of the day. What do you want to feel? What do you want?

Thoughts are only as corrupted as their basest intention.

… bleghhh.

My back hurts… But at least the cut under my tongue is gone.

I need to stop waking up at 2 every Saturday.

Someone to walk with.

That’s all I really want, y’know? The barren concrete walkways are cold, and the isolation is paralyzing - I just want someone to keep me warm. Someone to sit with, atop the dirt and grass hill, staring out to the ascending sun against the deep, deep horizon - that’s all I want. Something simple - the taste of ice cream, shivers down the chilled spines against the burning walls of brick, beaten under the summer heat. I just want to someone to walk with, should I stray from the path laid before me - someone to tear me away from pitfalls and hatred. Yes. Just someone to walk with. Or hold hands with. That would be nice, too.

That kid right there.

Damn straight, that kid right there is going places.

…

I need to more like a guy. Or at least, more stereotypical in my personality.