I may be doing it all for you. This world created pinholes in my soul. I want you to be strong against the wind, calm within the fire, love in despair and to truly see yourself. I dont know how to do that for you but its all i want. Maybe it will teach me the same. My whole life is an open letter and an Open wound. Im trying to correct the wrong of the world by being something different, for you.
I live on the outside of flesh and bone. I fly above the remains of myself. Each day my breath is neither present or alive. I flash between the remedy of lies and the dull knife twisting me inward. None of us get out alive, so bleed the whole way through. Take nothing. We have nothing.