New Skya!

Waking up and having to look at the faces of at least 500 boring people scares me, I fear every morning that I will no longer exist in this untamed state I choose to dwell in. It scares me, becoming someone who can't find the evidence of a persons essence... Since we sip from the trail of another instead of bathe in there glory, until we have the balls to catch them, face them, love them, and need them.
To catch another I have cease to surprise myself, reaching these new edges only makes me wonder much more.! How much long will he allow me to dazzle the young minds with a sly and darting tongue. I wish to astound the world, but not for the worlds sake, just to ease the bullet wounds from this mingled life. I'm not boring to you for me, and one day this will no longer exist and then and only then will I find broken, and shall I fall.

~Balance my tongue on you're heart, love me like the others~ Jonathan Davis