I live in the dark, where matters can't exactly be said. There are way too many flaws within existence that the truth learns to be obscured. Music revolves around form, whether it's my own taste or an instrument. The mind is on constant whir, decisions flow but never set. Reading/writing are part of the main, english is at top and smiles are not part of the dictionary. Randomness creates balance. Voices intrude my head, makes more sense than those that surround. Emo is my label and clothes define me. Clouds catches the starry eye. Rain washes away my fears and hides tears. Love makes no sense, nor has it ever been felt. Family is no longer part of the circle and betrayal is of the norm.
