TO BE AND TO LOVE:
Loneliness, at times, and all of its company. I walk hand in hand with it, pretending to care. Last time, I pieced my heart together wrong. Now I'm loving on a slant, off-kilter. I've grown harder. If you turn your back on me, I'll throw my stone heart at your head. Here I am, sprawled within myself. Desperate to convince myself that I exist. And being denied every second by a permanence...that's impermanent. Woe is me! I always wanted to be exactly this way. But now I see it wasn't any of that. Today, I just want to be that dreamer who dreamt of who I am. He knew how to live. Woe is me! Of my innocent choices. Of my once-good childhood, now only bringing back memories. ...