How do I feel? Over the last three years of my life I’ve put ten million miles of distance between me and anyone I’d ever cared for! I’ve lost any kind of faith in the world and I’ve become so reclusive I’m scared to leave my house. I blindly chase after a fruitless dream and justify it by calling it a destiny. I fortify my will with deceit and testify my passiveness as joy. I’ve dyed my hair sable, my skin has remained immaculate, and all my clothes are stained crimson. I wear a mask like an IV and I…I’ve done everything I thought I’d never do without regret. I’ve let a soft darkness embrace me and I happily call it my Regina…but, through all my inner turmoil and outer struggle to cling to anything I could, I’ve haven’t accomplished anything. I’m still in the same starless constellation, I’m still discontent, and I’m still homeless.
They said that these were going to be the best years of my life. They said that everything from this point on was an open world for me to explore. They said that after this, I wouldn’t need to turn back and ask for directions; that the leash would be off and everyday would be a brand new adventure. They said that things would be different; that things would change!
But nothing’s really changed, has it? Nothing at all…
 BloodySkies09 · Tue Feb 24, 2009 @ 05:13am · 0 Comments |
